Beyond the bay of ideas, it's a control tower.
It's good to know that the stretches of such waters
covers us wholly. To get rid,
it's not enough
a wonderful breakage, an immense sterility.

I wait a Bermuda Triangle, explosions
of fish, crews looking for a body
after the sun's walk,
fallen airplanes in swallow nests.

But even though I avoid, even if I raise a lot of dams,
you're there, in the middle of the iris,
and now, you pass through me, through others,
with full goiter.