Wednesday, January 11, 2017


Artwork by Sabine Sauermaul

Vain! You’re a drifting vain
Not in simpletons will you reign
Your reddish wine, I’m afraid
Will be drunk by soils not in need
Foreign to your sail
As heaven is to hell
Now set you’re missed
In worlds you’ve kissed
Please don’t go by yourself,
Send I, your servant
The docile in you cattle
Voiceless in ovule merchants
Your halo is so hot to freeze
And your shrill not in our veins to breeze

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