Oh my face
It is frozen
Like a beard on
Seaman’s watch
And my thoughts
Are well chosen
But my desires
Shall never match.
Oh destiny
Wrecks and grinds us
And with the tide
We wash ashore
And this debris
Shall forth remind us, that
Mother Time
Is just a whore.
Earth and space
They are frozen
Like a beard on
Seaman’s watch
And my grave
It is cosy, with
A coat of ice
Quite well attached.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI