It's dim here now. The waves adagios,
My love would say, upon the glassy sea
Like loving scorches separated b'low
The watered shapèd glasses filled with malt.
From here I see the Lady Liberty
As one by ten columbia heights would
She's wand'ring through atlanticly and pleas
Now, beck'ning drunken me. At last I've come
To where the bridges end, which thus far held
My visions (falt'ring some would claim, a flame
Inside a vacuum)-- infinite, no doubt,
And linear. Yet here we are: the rails
Are warm against my touch and salt all smiles
Against my face. A turn, a wave like hinting
Steel and off we go.
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