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Here upon these lost shores of wandering souls
I consummate my sentence of bodily incarceration
Here were dark blue clouds embody uneasy heavenly parole
I longed for forgiveness,light, remuneration.
Here upon this desolate isle of doom, slimy toads croak
and howling winds infuriate raging seas, that break like charging bulls on shore
and I myself console, ignoring the fear these titans evoke
But like these sun-bleached carcasses of valiant boats,I have no purpose anymore.
Here upon this rock I sit, and watch birds of freedom fly,
long white tails of glory in high high sunset skies
But in the dark hours, the lure of this place is enchanting, sublime
and I walk lewd paths into the drunken hours of tribal nights.
Yet, at times here, i do dream, enough to feel it real
I do consent myself these little things
I do dream of running in purple lavender fields
Laughing, loving ,eating pink ice-creams
of the joy these things do bring
even if they flow into the endless sea in tears
My salty abortions of beautiful dreams.