Remembering

A man in front of the waves, looking at
The desert land
Undulating, wavy sea
The wave that wipes out hitting itself by the rocks

Darkened and black, he seems a shaddow
Unmoved
Swallowed slowly
By the deep waves

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And thinking of nothing
Neither to present, nor to future
Scans lingeringly the sea black surface

From which with a tide
There was flooding towards him
A very beautiful and green mermaid.

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He’s lonely. Lonely. Happy
And he is silent
And calm and far away
An ivory atmosphere has getting down
Onto the clear, bizarre arabesque of the moon
Lighting fadely in the distance

Whilst on large surfaces of sea
The drop in miniature of spume
Is spreading itself in fine dentelery

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