in the days of open skies,
rivers in seas sent you to me
and you made port in my eyes.
colonized ribcage, settled side
filled up with hut and house of
rough-hewn logs, than brick
weighed down on trodden soil
i droughted you out;
sent you back to unkown waters.
your xenophobic mouth tensed
at the sight of odd-shaped sails
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