Slipping off the ring of the horizon
A new dawn breaks with the sun’s rising
Ringed by land
Like a bride’s finger
Turned around a golden band
The lipless ruff
Where are my hands
Upon whose back do they fall?
The land as a lady’s side in profile
Dimples, breasts caverns measureless to man that call
And the Rock giant of flat Holm
Has touched them all
But they wore him down that knowledge
Too much wisdom has led to his destruction
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