When the clouds make temples rise on the ocean

and the drowned heart beats

a young sun

walks on the water.

The sea splits open to the light

like the white belly of a speared fish

on the black basalt of the shore.

In the light everything melts

altogether becomes clear and indistinct

the world is ocean

empty livable space

Every dawn puts itself back together from nothingness

through the playing of light.

The big rocks full of water are dark pools

in which to submerge bodies

braving the burning heat

and ever moving forward through the light

and the infinity of death

the corroded bones

shattered on the rocks

slowly sink to the bottom

but ever projected forward

ever resisting

never wholly defeated.

When the clouds make temples rise on the ocean

a young sun

walks on the water.