vessels on the bay carry raving gargoes of starlight out to sea
waves snap their fingers and bring webs of fog to the heart which has missed its target
the night discovers who it is stole the darts of the sky and flung them in the sea

pg. 45 ΔΕΛΕΑΡ ΠΕΡΙΟΔΟΣ Α’ ΤΕΥΧΟΣ #1 ΝΟΕΜΒΡΙΟΣ 2000
ΕΚΔΟΣΗ – ΔΙΕΥΘΥΝΣΗ – ΙΔΙΟΚΤΗΣΙΑ
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