her    nor child nor black

        nor    verticle

        and a questioning innoce

        dressed in night and snow:

        t the sailor,

        t tronaunt,

        but t smile

        he bird child,

        and from the disorderly o

        te passenger

        emerges in snowy m.

        I    doubt the child bird

        the cold archipelagoes

        me s eyes,

        s a o eyes:

        it her arms nor wings

        but tle oars

        on its sides:

        it ;

        ter,

        and it looked at me from its age:

        si exist;

        I am a he sand.

        t

        remained in the sand:

        the religious bird

        did not o fly,

        did not o sing,

        and ts form was visible

        its :

        as if a vein from tter sea

        had been broken.

        Penguin, static traveler,

        deliberate priest of the cold,

        I salute your vertical salt

        and envy your plumed pride.
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