I am like the great stone that rolls
on the seabed. Hugging up against
the shore - under them blue covers -
where my hand hits dunes.
And it's the sound of the rushing of
the waves that really stirs me.
That I long to crumble to sand -
to be undefined - as I always felt I
was before, swinging my weight on
the seabed. Making marks
on the seafloor.
