Flanagan, the name
Rings bells,
Let me
Explain this:
The shadow of the basin,
The wind blowing mist,
Nothing to do,
Nothing exists.
Tabula rasa,
Ex nihilo nihil fit,
That is my breath
And the spire,
Endless,
Sprinkled in
The vistas, the way
Traveled less.
Across me,
The tourists.
Picture this:
Lone wolf.
Let them fish
My body out from the depths,
I am long past the deadline--
Fisher-man:
Hook, lines,
And caste, fear no-man,
The endless task at hand,
Dividend is
Atu: X,
Or The Empress,
Nowhere is blessed.
Öd und leer
Das Meer,
No Tristan, solomente
Isolation, convincing
Vacation.
Sophic dress,
Hermetic existence,
Bringing home
The bacon.
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