Paroles de Gegenstand
It but incurs a lustre in a floodAfter many not dislodged
And at each subsidence half arises
Half holds to cloudy water
Nature of its anchor kept occult
We keep a current flowing from a sluice
Cloud it with corrosives
Hoping to appropriate what holds its own so well
What tips an ever wider wake
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