The first said
I’m the pearl
The shell of your silence
I dine
With monsters and sirens and sharks
And your friend the whale of the white
The second said
I’m that wave
You need to carry much higher
To the foam top and back
To your bottom haunt call
As your shores are always
As guilty as charged
The third said
I am the rock
Soil solid mute I swallow
Your booms against your bangs
And your black mountain crashes unsung
The fourth said
I am the time
You need to take me some more
Drag my starts to your finals
For your sand is as quick as dust
The fifth said
I’m the lotus
A water thrown deadline flower
Don’t touch me don’t smell for I’m
The thing you yet need to learn
The sixth said
I’m that paper
You need to fill me like glasses
To the brinks and drink me down
Be bold with your burden of words
The seventh said
Please be seated
I’m the feast of your choice
I’ll let you come close to my cup
I’ll give you something to eat
Until your life breaks fast
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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