On a bitter bank I admire uncertain
ships departing plowing the seeds
of the waves, and already singing
sailors hymns to the poor heavenly.

Outside of my invisible boundaries
I start slow walking between yet
and mists; contours fade and
unfamilar faces oppress the mind.

Subjugating the fate they challenge
in the depths marine creatures,
and I become sad companion
of gamble...

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