Buckley Tim Starsailor Starsailor I am a bee out in the fields of winter And though I memorized the slope of water, Oblivion carries me on his shoulder: Beyond the suns I speak and circuits shiver, But though I shout the wisdom of the maps, I am a salmon in the ring shape river. |
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