having hoisted my stay sail here I linger
in this my well my heavily an notated
sick ness having stay ed staid staying here I
so journ in this wind blown chat eau this full
blown season here I carefully craft
my moon hump am told am un am folded by
the bitter berried winter nauseated
by noon and enervated by eve
whether by fort night or by twelve month
o season o chateau dish abille after
hours and dis habille after noon here here
1 wait I wait and most ly here I slow ly
winter smoke able thick as a snow cloud
dawn sick and sick to death of dusk