THE NOMINAL LOVE
OF NOTHING AT ALL
I've got nothing on the mythmakers : winds of
fury and surging gods of lust. The skies are
twisted with their fanning winds. The land
at the harbor is white with their foam.
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Here is how it all should be : Nature's bridge,
a chariot over the river, now swarms its shores
where people linger. .Everyone who watches
is gaping - all those tired, envious mouths.
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I straddle two continents; yes, I
go wherever I may.
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