MARINE

Copper and money tanks
Money and steel prows
Beat scum,
The stocks of brambles raise.
Currents of the moor,
And immense ruts of the backward flow,
Slip by circularly towards the east,
Towards the pillars of the forest,
Towards the barrels of the pier,
Whose angle is run up against by swirls of light.

Arthur Rimbaud
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