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Marianne Islands
Position attained, a transient absurd message,
our cargo vessel on his supercilious drainage
of our souls, decided to betray our, of thirty, crew,
so started sinking, stubbornly, in a black-blue hue.
It was his will, I think; I am a nautilus enlisted man,
we routed on Pacific, from Magellan's straights
following a hyperbolic route, reaching Marianne
islands, South of Japan, where deepest depths are,
of close 12000 meters, the sonar links, vertical.
In how long a damaged steadfast that shudders,
reaches the bottom of an outsmarted end logical,
of our new invited souls, due to an inert rudder?
Our cause is somewhere lost, a propagation
of a despaired instant, grievance's emission,
so, our prayers are directed towards a cold
of no remorse depth of darkened souls, mold.
Maybe if I travel above the cumuli, I 'll manage
to be a groom in an adorned, dreaming feast
or beguiled by a buffoon spirit's caused trauma,
as all misty horizons of our purposes' chasma.
I sent my prayer way up this fog's continuity
to maybe encounter a dim guardian star light
and there (maybe) will find your message trite,
an antidote to my nautilus cold grave ambiguity.
poem
by
Giorgio Veneto
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