Your eyes, twin lighthouses, flicker with forgotten codes— The kind they etch above crumbling New Amsterdam, Where the sapokanikan whispers still cling to the air, A hymn to the earth, a requiem for the harbor’s first breath.
Your eyes, twin lighthouses, flicker with forgotten codes— The kind they etch above crumbling New Amsterdam, Where the sapokanikan whispers still cling to the air, A hymn to the earth, a requiem for the harbor’s first breath.