Shadows race over this canopy of light
As sandy loams shift to the rhythm of naked waves.
Like pumas-stone lanterns, the skeletons of creation litter the depths.
Mistakes, muses.
The first inventions of imagination lie disguarded,
A calciferous maze for the fragile fry of life.
Graceful georamas adorn this dawn of design;
These oceans of Eden.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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