What this large country is doing to me, what?
I’m damn good at the stuff, damn good, I’m old.
Auroras, arctic fields, and wild grass,
Endless winters and rainy summers,
What are they doing to us?
Plain pines in the bogs
Hide treasures of wooden Gods,
Rivers, which cut their way
Through rocks,
Debouch into salty bays…
May
I be buried in their
Waters?
2016/blanky
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