Everything changed when the
East wind whisked our bodies away. But I
Followed your tracks to the sea: to where
White waves tiptoe onto land,
And rocks rest under watery skin.
Since I have known you,
I see everything with you,
And what I hear, I hear through you:
As though there was a second world.
Read to me from the glass shards
On the beach. Translate for me the cries
White seagulls drop into the deep. But do not
Count our days: do not count the sand
That is gathered in those stranded shells.
Since I have known you,
I hear everything with you,
And what I see, I see through you:
As though there was a second world.
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