Old bird on the water/
Float on, pale friend, float on!
Hanging thy head in silence -
No song, no mate, the end.
To think thy myth a lie!
How did you trick the poets?
Was it the wind, that awesome key/
Orchestrator of this echoing moment?
And still we sing your song/
Though we have never known it!
Our souls: mysterious miracles -
Become! In this annihilating moment.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 10:47 PM UTC
Old bird on the water/
Float on, pale friend, float on!
Hanging thy head in silence -
No song, no mate, the end.
To think thy myth a lie!
How did you trick the poets?
Was it the wind, that awesome key/
Orchestrator of this echoing moment?
And still we sing your song/
Though we have never known it!
Our souls: mysterious miracles -
Become! In this annihilating moment.
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