3771 The seven concentri seas of my misfortune

When I wander
The seven concentric
Of my misfortune,
I save myself
Anchoring at the port
Of my bed
And achieve the exact point
Where I find you.

This green cranny,
Your bay,
My inlet.

I feel safe
Between your walls,
Barring those missiles
Of nothingness,
Away from the cutlasses
Of Unhappiness,
Of sharp swords.

When I float wandering
For the nine
Exospheric planets
Of my misfortune,
I save myself
Swallowing the talisman
Of your sweet sap
And back to the very center
Of you who are my galaxy.
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