They are for building walls on sand,
wet from a wave, an interminable
wish that begins under the sun.
Imagine a fish with a fear of water,
how it would seek shelter in-between
the shiny ones, a brief but intense life.
A morning jogger notices a black-spotted stone,
smooth and circular, with a slightly
rugged corner, stares at it.
Decorations, curiosity and leaps over
the walls, and when it's time to go home,
the most ancient one, dusk-coloured,
stands out as if it were a precious fossil.
In water nothing is lost. Someone
comments on its reflection.
Please tell me what you think
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ecstasy is a state -
self sustained, floating freely bordered by abyss
surrounded by nothing
because nothing compares to it
fluid, dark, allowing reflections,
sparks on the run
consume existence in contemplation
the distorted self image through the waves
an illusory movement until
unforgiving mercy forces them
reappear
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