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I am nothing but the empty net which has gone on ahead

of the sea anemone, and youll deal that to me now?

I reply, the ocean knows this.

bell? What is it waiting for?

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from a horn of plenty made of infinite mother-of-pearl.

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of human eyes, dead in those darknesses,

and I reply by describing

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which tremble in the pure springs of the southern tides?

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Or youve found in the cards a new question touching on

how the sea unicorn with the harpoon in it dies.

on the timid globe of an orange.

and among the blood-colored grapes time has made the

the endless star,

of fingers accustomed to the triangle, longitudes

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Study, study it, at a certain hour, in a certain sea I know.

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I walked around as you do, investigating

is endless as the sand, impossible to count, pure,

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The hook of the angler fish, the music stretched out

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and untied its knot, letting its musical threads fall

You enquire about the kingfishers feathers,

the crystal architecture