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                                                                   Lacustrine

                                                                So many nights I've heard the rain,
                                                                Have heard matter weeping ...
                                                                I am alone, my mind is drawn
                                                                Towards lacustrine dwellings.

                                                                As though I slept on wet boards,
                                                                A wave will slap me in the back -
                                                                I start from sleep, and it seems
                                                                I haven't drawn the bridge from the bank.

                                                                A void of history extends,
                                                                I find myself in the same times ...
                                                                And sense how through so much rain
                                                                The heavy timber stilts are tumbling.
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                                                                So many nights I've heard the rain,
                                                                Always starting, always waiting ...
                                                                I am alone, my mind is drawn
                                                                 Towards lacustrine dwellings ...