I do not hunger for a well-stored mind,only wish to live my life. I know not, care not, for deem no shame to hold, flowers, and trees and stars the same, as these, one atom or head in the whole.

Creature of sea foam
travelling
by night, day,
sand.
animal
of summer
walking
towards the ancient
scent of moss,
sweet ox
on whose bread
flowered rocks
of the subsoil,
and where the earthquake armed itself
with thunder and footsteps,
ruminating the darkness,
lost
between lightning flashes,
while sea foam lives,
while the day
extras
the hours from its tower
and the night collapses,
over time
her dark cold sack,
trembling...