The sea
you were talking about her walking
barefoot, into the sea, at night
with orange fires between eyes
as far as we know she was last seen
behind the customs warehouse,
chanting skeptical mantras with her
lips trembling with fearful doubts
the shadows...
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The sea
you were talking about her walking
barefoot, into the sea, at night
with orange fires between eyes
as far as we know she was last seen
behind the customs warehouse,
chanting skeptical mantras with her
lips trembling with fearful doubts
the shadows there gobbled her up
the sea only gobbles up shadows.
as had happened with that man
who returned bloated at high tide
you see we have never worshiped
these small Goddesses who become angry
there a bald man walked into the sea
the sea of emptiness beyond the window
wanting to get back to the mother fast
inside, a greedy woman , a son in fog
at the end of the street they all disappear
where there is a blind turn, a dead-end.
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