
3.
The seas unearth it
in their tempo of drought
This
submerged temple where shines the slow
dawn of the world stones detached de-
formed
by the elements visited
vigilant
Stones or rocs carved in shadow ships
of human faces
This is the other side of the wound
carved in the centre of the earth the centre
of the sun by the passion of the tides by the tenderness
of maritime weapons
fed by time
determination
Breathe
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