zu finden,
wo das gelehrte beginnt, hört das politische auf"-Friedrich von Schiller
Seven hours later
The land I can never find
Slumber of the density
The street I can't recognize
Elsewhere I went
It ain't but a grave
The asphalt of sunlight
It ain't a creek, or a volcano
The morning whites wash away
In the earliest hours of heyday
The lucid dreams of hesper
They are cast off as the stranger
I read from a postcard
Over snow of an older winter
"There is only one village in the island.
A second village, was lost to the sea in 1736."
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