In this pool of sea and solitude
I sit to listen to the waves sing,
today in a sunny bass,
emptying their emotions in foam,
as we would all wish to do-
become water in calm and tempest,
flowing but with rhythm and pause;
waterfalls of salt falling
like showers of relief in the middle of the Mediterranean,
heart beating of coarse rocks
masked in their surviving as placid islands
immense in this sea of ruins.
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