in that September off Isle aux Morts the desultory sea grew more so through the night
and made one think of tawny ports, as aspen tremblin' in tomorrow's thorough light and of Tallulah Bankhead and Canada Lee somewhere far-off, peaceful, sleeping and done with acting
past the Dire Wolf's lair on a Newfoundland's paws close to nowhere and halfway across
but never more 'here' expanse getting broader though bigger boats been done by less water tho better boats been done by this water tho better boats been done by less water
in that september off Isle aux Morts colourable seas grew more to through the night
And made one think of yawnin' shores Gambier-bleached in tomorrow's thorough light
and the Tallulah Bankhead and Canada Lee somewhere far-off, peaceful, sleeping they learned to love sleep
at the Dire Wolf's crest the Newfoundland paused desolate's best was gotten across
we were never more 'here' expanse getting broader when better boats been done by this water
at the Dire Wolf's best the Newfoundland paused so desperate as to be a lost cause
you were never more hear expanse getting broader when better boats been done by this water where bigger boats been done by less water and betting boats been done by this water when bigger boats been done by less water and better boats been done by this water
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