St Petersburg

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I nearly got to St Petersburg
I sailed out towards the Baltic

I tried to call you through the shimmer
(Remember the ferry sailing past the low rocky islands)

There were news reports of a Russian sub in the archipelago – I said –
The clouds were maps of what was coming – you said –

Everyone went crazy with accusations – I said –
Up there the infinities sneak through – you said –

Later a tiny one-man sub sailed into Sickla Canal – I said –
We were going along too easily – you said –

Did you get my messages – I said –
The clouds are always there, hard to read – you said –

The future’s a beautiful hope, inside and outside time
It’s why we nearly got to St Petersburg

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