To be a broken ship beyond, deep
to be like that
without masts, without sails
to sleep
The place to be soft and the coast dead
around, around
with bended shell and with prow there
where I’m gonna bend
The sea to be lifeless and the fish dead
to be like that
and the rocks amazed and the stars away
to watch
Without tick tack the hours and the days sad
without grace
like that hollow and motionless in the silent nights
the moon
Thus to be demolished, dead ship
to be like that
in a dead sandy shore and hollow water
to sleep