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A write open sea, to the street,

in full sun, where I can sing,

night wandering alone stops me

but its disruption pick space, pick

shadow for a long time.

black wheat grows

night while my eyes look

prairie and from dawn to dusk I keys,

seek in the dark locks and I

doors opening to the sea broken

to fill cabinets with foam.

I never tire of going and returning, I

to death with a stone,

I never tire of being and nonbeing,

I never tire of being and nonbeing.

I sometimes wonder if where

if father or mother or mountain

duties inherited mineral

threads on

an ocean and I know that I and I, because I

and singing because I sing, and because I sing.

Nothing explains what happens

when I close my eyes and circle

as between two submarine channels,

one takes me to die in its branches

and another song sung for me.

So I am composed of

and as the sea

assaults the reef with salty white capsules

and portrays the stone with the wave, as well as

death surrounds me

window opens in my life and fully

paroxysm I sing.

the full light path in the shade