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Random First Lines:Riverine Tales.
In the winter of 1965, Canadians with the intent of volunteering started crossing the border into the United States, and it has... » Read
In front of us, the ship floated in silken fog,
approaching magnificent the mooring,
A nautilus, spiritual poem.
In air he thumped, rhythmic like waves;
he asked for an archetypal death toll;
A poem about nautilus and a gun duel.
Outside was the Northern winds and cold,
and cold - and promises left to a far land,
An adventurous - nautilus poem
Sea roils upon the superstructure,
streaming forecastle to breakwater,
A nautilus adventure
A dreadful equilateral link,
that persecutes our time,
when ghostly shadows sink,
like monsters in odd rhyme.
A sea travel of a nautilus passes through odd paths