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I grew up drenched in natural waters like the mollusk in the phosphorous sea.
In me the crusty salt resounded and formed my singular skeleton.
How to explain-almost without the blue and bitter rhythm of breathing, one by one the waves repeated what I sensed and trembled with until salt and spray formed me: the wave's rejection and desire, the green rhythm which at its most secret raised up a transparent tower.
It kept that secret and all at once
I felt that I was beating with it, that my song was growing with the water.