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we seemed the perfect song. 23.6.08 |

you are misleading
and i am futile
everything we are
and everything we've been
is nothing
because of
nothing
shine the light on
the decrepit remains
of us
so that the truth
will at last conquer
with integrity

Ulysses. |

Let me sleep soundly in
the salty silence of your words.
You have whispered each night
into timeless subsistence.
I weather the storm
on the boat of your poetry
to strive, to seek, to find, and to yield
the morning again.