Ocean’s March
The big harp of twilight
is abandoned in the thick shadow of forest
A rosy cloud burns
in the conflagration of dusk
My god retain this color a bit longer
so that we know our thought
that is defeated but not subdued
We still need this
distant fondness
that cares for what perishes
that upholds the dream
of immortality
The evening goes by
the deserted shore
with the lecythus containing ashes
on her naked shoulder
A smile just shines on her thoughtful figure
that feeds the question our vigil
and hastens the glimmering oracle
of our destiny
Tonight the whole firmament is fragrant
with the sleepless god’s sperm
We water roots
in the eternal spring
rising from the bowels of night
and filling the skulls
of dead people with roses
Light fires on the distant docks
embroider stars on the sea’s sleep
raise your ravished arms…
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