So sinning against the spirits
We grasp wanting visions behind the fog
I reach! The vision never ends
All lustful below the ground
We condemn sensuous sirens above the gods
Damn! The end never ends
Strange and tiny near the sea
You shove misty fragments against the fog
Yo! The twilight is dying
unsure restless
walking out of the world
sun on his face
Down what streets the refugee
take another road when the world was new
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Poem Written by me