To leave for the blue limits of the furthest surf
To open my veins to the beauty of its creatures
To save myself, perhaps, in the weightlessness of its soul
To plunge into the unfathomable, salty light
circular rising of oxygen
evanescence of bones
To the calm of algae in my throat
my voice waterlogged with foam
To keel over … simply
no time
only silence
to sink…
…and always, the sea.
EN 
MK