Peter Blegvad
Gegenstand
It but incursA lustre in a floodAfter many not dislodgedAnd at each subsidenceHalf arisesHalf holds to cloudy waterNature of its anchor kept occultWe keep a currentFlowing from a sluiceCloud it with corrsivesHoping to appropriateWhat holds its own so wellWhat tips an ever wider wake
From Letras Mania