Crash, breaking surf, blow oh unfathomable Comments

Crash, breaking surf, blow oh unfathomable
wind and smooth out for me the sound of

so many words, so much empty talk that
is lodged in my head, a dictatorship

of tonalities, intonations, shreds of language
spoken by others, enough to drive a person crazy

echoing, all of them, their graffiti
on the walls of my soul, a punishment from

god, a cell on death row, in which I count
the hours I still have to go, in that bare

room and the laughing machine is
always on - oh breaking surf,

waves, wash if possible pound
this beach clean, so that what can remain

will be the white sand receptive again
in which sun or water, shadow-clouds or

a swooping down wind can write
its same always other secret
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