I've heard often the sigh of red & gray pool

in greenland, water in the bending sea—

Trees cluster with each slap, lapse flashed

in another state, during fishes swim swiftly

switch, I heard singing in  gray        twilight

weird hands, hammers    at      the         end

to death, to dusty sand, twilight      snatch

another   land.

                           On the horizon the sky rests,

the water lapses, flashes move, moaning

cries deceased, how the ocean stay  calm

with       surging        flushable             wipes

that swallow ring balls, back to the score

one, I dive once again in the driving edge

small fishes swim, swiftly caught  by   big

snails, another monk waits for          turns

to catch in bigger nets.

                                                        A visible wall

before the act no one sees, no one knew

Windy silence til the ice breaks.

— 16th December, 2023