Uncle History owns four things
That are useless at sea
Wishes from torn pockets
Fall into his socks
Like clouds
Feelings come and go
Empyrean delirium
Kepler’s vision
It’s all the same
Simple things
Are always
The most difficult
In the storm of facts
The alms of inner luck
Are difficult to grasp
Anchor, rudder, oars
Planet of the Blind 