Sea Poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo

I read paragraph without paragraph:
Sea was created from water that comes from soul that flows from the mountains, without any coma, keeps on flowing and flowing and flowing through the stones named the wounds, and washed away by someone who before arriving in estuary, there is no words can only be understood, finally silent. Sea is calm.

And, I wrote:
For it could be Sea, it must indeed giving more.

(2014)