Shag

Shag
Wings open
To catch the prevailing wind
Lord of all he surveys

Lord of the waves
The sun, the crescent horizon
Lord, of the diminutive rock

On which he stands
Lord of the igneous intrusion
Further out at sea

This is the blue
These are the blues
Blues you are my colour

Thus he sits
Night to day
To keep the flock in order

To absorb the blue light
To infuse the blue energy
To turn his back on Prussia's blue

To rush through
Way ahead of the rest
A seer
A black-blue guide
A singular portrayer
Beyond the oceans cosmos



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