Anna

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velvet

the sea was far,at the other
sparkle of the planets
it was because of a brutal hierarchy hidden
beneath the world
there where the light shines, long
contrasted with the rude vitality
of a strange country which
existed
for only
waves were grinding forward
they raised deep within
a secret and entrancing world
made more intelligible by shrinking
he didn’t dare say it aloud
he stood there, flying
on the wind like grains of sand
brought back to the heat only by their own
falling inevitability
it was really the sea, his sea, for him
perhaps he had been dreaming of a lot,
of
waves throwing themselves forward
and the sea rumbled ceaselessly,
Then suddenly all was calm
it came when
the sea was low, its mysterious
nostalgia for the days when, with nothing
to hold them back
might reveal its
secrets
but you had to face the horizon and watch
the tall waves and watch the

water, free, unfettered, unrestrained
so much water under siege
beset on all sides by foreign rocks
it leaped from place to place
water, streams cascading between the
dark valleys
a smell unfamiliar
of the mountains, of cities, of girls and
the cries of seagulls
of the wind, and of the
seafloor amid the forests of seaweed
a shining blue, deep, too close, its tall waves
swirling endlessly
flickering across the
sand as hard as asphalt, wet and cold
waves were coming from the open sea, he could
see them raging and
the sun was strong, suspended alone
pools of water sparkled shivered
the flood was silken
sinking came naturally to him
soft as velvet
drowning was too harsh a word
the waves laid tender fingers across his
cheeks, his
lungs, his stomach, his head, and had for
a long time, through the pane of water
whispered
and before him like the side of a mountain
rose the reef to touch
reaching one trembling hand towards shelter
and he could hear the
lovely words over and over The sea
the dream that hasn’t ended yet