THE REASON OF THE SEA
At first
it rushed in a deep green volume
and fell.
The water tried to get on its feet,
breaking into a thousand writhings,
only to fall again.
The sea of self-abandonment
falls by its own despair.
Writhing in countless deaths,
writhing in countless resurrections,
the water tried to rise
only to fall like a merciless head.
Though it rises again
by its own futility
and falls in order to rise
the water is falling
as if parched with thirst.
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