Ss Orziaba

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
Have her;
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.
Goodbye, everybody!

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