Nothing, this foam, virgin verse

Not to characterize the cup

So far many a one of a troupe

Of sirens drown themselves upside down

We navigate, oh my various

Friends, me there on the stern

You on the lavish bow which cuts

The flood of lightnings and of winters

A beautiful drunkenness engages me

Without even being afraid of its reeling

To bear this salute upright

Solitude, reef, star

In every respect earned

The white concern of our canvas

03/20/08