When I Don'T Want To Talk
large and little
triangular, square, pentagonal,
hexagonal, round,
dozens of black rocks
towards the horizon
galloping quietly
over the sea,
blue and blue
tired golden waves
taking turns
making a road
approaching
singing to me.
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