Trilogy for the sea

(1)

The narcissus’s desire

Draws abstraction for the finite

Picks, from my smell, an ink

And I still write.

(2)

A violet rests to steep

In this green storm

My pen swims like the jellyfish

My face is a rocky jut

My lips are a remains of moss

And I still speak.

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