he could have gone to the sea
and start collecting the shells again
bring each to his ear
to remember
he is stuck in this sea of words
picking some syllables
to hear a not so distinct sound and
to hear a song
from his youth
he arranges the words again
like some old furniture
in the home
in the sea of words
he splashes
drinks the salt of this earth
and begins
to drown himself
sooner shall he breathe again
and swallow
the whole of the sea
and the continents
of this world
as one of the atoms in this
vast expanse
of nothing but space
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