We will now go in sea’s mouth
Where sea eats a sky’s horizon
And sun when he comes later.

Sea has gaping demon mouth
In which a poetry’s truth goes
Along with lake’s tenderness .

All these blue boats probe sea
For bodies, live bodies of fish
They eat to get bodies going.

Poetic truth lies in sea’s myth.
The poet enters   sea’s mouth
To come out with a half-truth.

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