purposeful form
ocean
only you had survived,
yet
a pitch-black, varnished
seed
was the only
the abyss,
a mourning arrow,
machine:
Among the market greens,
of the earth,
but constantly
witness
flight
olive, oily fish.
a swimming
Only you, well-aimed
dart of the sea,
green
at anchor in the current,
amid
the vessel of the wind,
depths,
to deepest night.
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only dead remains,
reborn,
unfathomable
grapes,
I saw you dead,
in the swift
amid the fragile greens
a deceased king
the one and only
as if you were still
unflawed, navi九*九*藏*书*网gating
yours
a solitary ship,
of the ocean
Pablo Neruda
the waters of death.
from the ocean
mangled
shadow, the
marine
depths
winged fins
truth,
the bewildering rout
yo9９ｌｉｂ.netu were
armed
of the
of nature;
a bullet
dead.
assault, silver
fin and prow black and oiled,
I saw you,
sea foam
at one tip,
projectile,
Ode to a Large Tuna in the Market
amon99lib•netg the vegetables
but
of
dark bullet
of seaquakes,
the
in all the market
of the sea,
windmilling
now
All around you
of the unknown,
submarine fir,
shadow,
carrots,
of my own ocean,
were lettuces,
pure