Martyrdom of thoughts.
A blue sea.
A grey jail.
A soldier spiking desperate thoughts
with his bayonet
under the window.
Pardon me. "Never mind."
Sigaretta.
Eine Edison.
I can hear the blue sea
throbbing steadily
at my skull.
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