The sea drained off, my poverty's uncovered -- Sand, sand, a rusted anchor, broken glass, The listless sediment of sparkling days When through a paradise of weed joy wavered. The sea rolled up like a blind, oh pitiless light Revealing, shrivelling all! Lacklustre weeds My hours, my truth a salt-lick. Love recedes From rippled flesh bared without appetite. A stranded time, neap and annihilation Of spirit. Gasping on the inglorious rock, I pray the sea return, even though its calm Be treachery, its virtue a delusion. Put forth upon my sands, whether to mock, Revive or drown, a liberating arm! |