Thursday, February 23, 2006

Sea Grave 2

So much
Darting in air
And earth
Sometimes I’m pricked by false aim

So many
Enter in
Without notice
Leave
Without having been present

Some days pass without air
Without coming up
Submerged in
Do this and do that
Under dark water

Birds sing
Where blue goes
The clouds lost

While seconds spent
At Sea Grave
Sink and stay
In this splash of forgetting

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