An ocean route defines the nights' dark trust;
reminds time's falsities - keeps me awake;
the brines engulf again my sleepless past,
with demons transferring the moon's mistakes
They are my long lost pals! From dark sea depths,
they jump and dance odd vested like buffoons,
and hold a violin or brass trumpet,
to gallivant around with looney tunes.
I like that group! Some theater folklore,
with drunk musicians and chords distuned,
who awkward smile with swollen lips to yore,
in front of a half-hidden laughing moon.
I love that feast! Hoarse sounds and guitar strings,
brass horns, vociferous trombones and lyres;
my joker pals in air they jump and sing!
Transmitting so, their foolish laughs and tears.
One dancer though among them higher jumps
('mid pandemonium tunes - on barren delf!)
while laughingly the chorus plays paeans,
this laughing dancer looks like my own self.
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