(Painter: Unknown)
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Saturn's cries grow ever louder.
I cannot contain her, I try,
and yet, as I try, her sickness
eats up the mushrooms of gardens
and of days long gone by rivers.
Who sits in the house unalarmed?
I do not know why she still cries.
Perhaps if I just take her out,
no one will hear the cracking neck,
perhaps, if I just walk around,
in this loud land of Saturn's dome.
Why do these old cries get louder?
Why do the paintings of fine men
fall from the walls with just a look?
I could not give her an answer.
I could not lend her a response.
The saucers have burned through fields now,
and Saturn will judge me swiftly.
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Incoherent Poetry from the Depths
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