Since the day in 1965 when a friend introduced me to The Wreck of the Deutschland fragments of poems have appeared in my head unbidden.
But they were drowned out while I paid attention to other things for 50 years.
Now I peer into a pool in lutruwita and think I could sink and sing forever.
Then I see my reflection waving back.
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