In the river I stand
And drink moonlight in my palm
From the frozen bed I pull out a rock -
And cast it high towards the stars.
Goods and chattels of summer.
From myself I go out
And breathe like ice.
From myself I go out
And find out what
Water smells like.
From myself I go out
And realize
The sky lied to me,
That it knew
The secret of the sea.
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