This is a beautiful poem. Sometimes I find it rough, but that is part of the aesthetics. Sometimes it seems like it could be a song with a merry rhythm. And it carries what I would call a fleeting thematic air, easy to break in its thinness, but when read complete without the real world's interruptions, the world it creates (together with the image at the beginning) is very vivid, solid and kinetic.
Yes, I left the language rough like grandpa and our old boat.