Rhinight
My
glass is filled with wine that flamelike quiverse
glisten
to
the boatman songslow
oh
he saw says he saw seven women sous la lune
twine
their envygreen hair
that
cascaded
rightdown
totheirfeet
Up up
sing up dancing rings around
me
and drown
the
boatman's song
Bring
me the blonde girls
the
unmoving stare
the
tightcoiled plaits
the
Rhine the Rhine drunk
where
the vines admire their reflection
all
the gold of the nights flitters down
to
be mirrored there too
the
voice still singing till breath's exspiral
those
green-haired faeries whose spells
draw
the summer to song
I
right my glass shattered like a shard of laughter
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