Let it so stay,
once again a colored lighter-
like I feel;
too good to give away,
but having learned it's missing might be
no big deal.
Not that I were miffed,
if the rivers are infinite,
let us swim.
Foam at the rift
kind of heals, so let us spin it;
drink full steam
bitter, hot and bitter rum,
birds, and beyond the call,
well-known, at a sure rhumb,
bright dressing overall.
Berlin's stand drew a tie,
Paris pluck stayed unmet.
I'm alone, I fly
over roofs rain-wet.
Let it so stay,
spinner-baits, enchanted forest,
diamond dime;
thread ends torn astray,
streets of Casablanca for the
hundredth time.
Not that I'd object,
if the wind's in a V-table,
let us fly
over to the wrecks
of the brigantines of fable,
tanned and dry.
In the
holds too good to skip
that crudest pepper drip
waves lull to the daily trip:
live
and resist to sleep.
Berlin's stand drew a tie,
Paris pluck stayed unmet.
I'm alone, I fly
over roofs rain-wet.
No reminiscence tide,
no grand masonry lines.
Morning's elements' time
and the fire lights.
In the
holds too good to skip
that crudest pepper drip
waves lull to the daily trip:
live...
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