The sea is made of droplets.
A part of it evaporates, pours, runs
And dissolves into the sea
From where it’s soared; In
between
Some dries and some percolates.
Which is to dry and which is
to percolate
Are not in the hands of the
force
That sets them in motion.
No prayer would alter it
either.
22.07.2003
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