I Am Fly-Boat
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Asleep or sleepless not assimilated
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Flowering branches
Sunk in moon-light
Flux of her memory....
I am fly-boat
Slumped on slush
Ghost in the bamboo-bush laughing...
Blithesome stars blinking
The crude moon knows
I ‘m insentient itinerant...
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