The Black Vagabond and the Swan of Two Heads

Still the fields are in motion

Not as pictures but as time

Hunting the white plague

In the absence of my bodyI watch myself drown

in the blue aura

Of mine and I see

The swans leave the pondBut still the words circle

Around my head like fliesThe gnashing marble teeth

Were disturbing my slumber

And there I was in the middle

Of a game called chess

But my vagabond initiated the processYet the fields are in motion

Not as time but as clouds

Falling as silver rain

And washing away the heavy bloodThe gnashing marble teeth

Were disturbing my slumber

And there I was in the middle

Of a game called chess

But my vagabond initiated the process

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