# Heligoland

Author: makyo
Tags: Music, Poetry

#4 of Poetry

A poem heavily inspired by Lorxus and this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4NmrluR4VkY

Too many wine-dark seas need daily traversal,  
And here the shipping forecast calls for rain.  
  
The shipping forecast! What a load of bollocks.  
You can listen from start to finish  
And not hear a single word about how a day will feel.  
  
Or maybe it's a pale, tired, steganography:  
Moderate, becoming poor, violent storm 11.  
  
Burning up, drowning, torn by wind, and all I can manage  
is to tell you southwest gale 8 to storm 10.  
  
I can point at the moon, exhausted, bored, decaying,  
And hope you don't stare blankly at my finger.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/GnDO0vpm
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