When I elide my many lives
It's like the surface of the ocean
Meticulously drawn and painted
Or the pocked skin of a gray stone
I try to think back to the day
This picture of the sea was taken
To the day when nature
Was even greater than me
And I would have to destroy and redeem it
Smashing through the surfaces
I created to get to the sensible shore
Only more surfaces are laid in the sea
Only more and more the depths go down
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