Since we met under furious circumstances

Born on a hill,
high as a kite,
sword in one hand,
rage in the other,
it wasn't me.

sitting along,
smiling vaguely,
coughing shyly,
sighing mildly,
warn't meself.

music in soothing tones,
boring insight,
nasal upbringing,
silver-toothed tongue twisted
nein, ich bein not I.

Golden prow,
sailing vessel,
bond-free vassal,
starry tassel,
azure glass,
hands warm,
mead through a sippy straw,
aye, I.