far beyond
the sea
far beyond
an island in the sun
and hand gripping oars
dying the last stroke at the sighting of port
tired eyes closing
like sea anemones
It trembled so much
I sought it so much
in the shade of the eucalyptus
Spring to Autumn
bare in the close woods
my God I sought it
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yet you bent like the secret about to be releasedand the command you chose to give us was beautifuland your smile was like a ready sword.The ascent of your cycle livened creationfrom your thorn emerged the way’s thoughtour impulse dawned naked to possess youthe world was easy: a simple pulsation.IIThe secrets of the sea are…