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The silly waves are running together
in furrows set by the breakwaters
your stockings’ sly eyes
hold tight
all the rain and the stormy gusts
in the cracks of our windows
Fir trees use the chance to bow down:
Blow us the news, storm from abroad!
Want a pine cone?
 
Road signs never have to counsel a traveller if
on the way home
his eyes are closed but still they see
In the attic the cracking thunder can take you to a boil
because today here the ghosts are having a party
see, hello, one more,
sit and drink a glass
and say what you saw!
 
The men are screaming, the women are teasing
while breaking the myths and walls
and building new ones
sometimes your eyes are crazy and otherworldly
running to meadows and vanishing in the woods
Today they may have overheated it a bit
one can lie down with just a sheet.
Want a drink?
 
Road signs never have to counsel a traveller if
on the way home
his eyes are closed but still they see
In the attic the cracking thunder can take you to a boil
because today here the ghosts are having a party
See, hello, one more
sit after the long journey
split the club in quarters and joking aside
drink a glass
and say what you saw

Or say what you have