Sea, Swallow Me

It shouldn’t be this way:
dive into your blood
and run out of oxygen because of an idea,
wait patiently for this wave to recede
and hope that friends see me arriving on a boat:

at sea no matter what you wear
if the eyeliner is outlined
or if you asked a hermit for help

I hope that friends see me arrive on a boat
and that sadness is confused with salt;
let my eyes work wonders
so, I can tell in detail made up stories:
because I went to look for you, I went and probably …

my arms bend like an infatuated Charon
and on the crossing, I discover that others tried their luck,
I collect an empty bottle and a piece of paper
which I recalled a message — the void settles
and all the letters were blurred in the corner of the eyes:
I don’t know exactly what poem was, but it was
of love

at night you can see all the constellations
and between death and desire, ask the stars
how many ways they have to see the future;
sky is an oracle that calls for a fair exchange
and this time I know I don’t give up freedom,

neither I’ll save myself from the high seas,
nor offer promises

it is in vain to write under the lichens of the nails
to fix my hair and sing like a mermaid
and offer the gods the abyss within a shell

I already know that transcendence
is a place that you inhabit
in perfection.