Sirens, do I not share your discontent
When in the night you far and wide lament?
Sea, I’m like you: machined cries fill my ears.
My vessels sing. They call themselves the years.
Guillaume Apollinaire
Sirens, do I not share your discontent
When in the night you far and wide lament?
Sea, I’m like you: machined cries fill my ears.
My vessels sing. They call themselves the years.
Guillaume Apollinaire
