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From now, like a departure noticed from afar, in funeral stations of smoke or solitary seawalls, from now I see him plunging to his death, and behind him I feel the days of time close in.
From now, brusquely, I feel him leave, plunging into the waters, into certain waters, into a certain ocean, and then, as he strikes, drops rise, and I hear a sound, a persistent, deep sound come forth, a huge wave, whipped by his weight, and from somewhere, from somewhere, I feel these waters leaping and splashing, these waters splash upon me, and they have acid lives.
His habit of dreams and measureless nights, his disobedient soul, his prepared pallor sleep with him at last, and he sleeps, because his passion collapses into the sea of the dead, violently sinking, coldly coalescing.