My Dog Is Digging After Having Her Pups

Thirty seconds

rings and spirals

rise and melt my thoughts

suspended.

If you knew how hard

on my lips on my hands

not think, or at least

groped.

I want to sea.

a look at the waves,

who die, but at least

am happy to have crossed the waves.

and salt.

spirit to enter,

breathing deeply,

gnawing bones.

Or go or stay.

Thirty seconds your voice.

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