I follow the path of the salt mine
\nunder the lake.
\nThe antediluvian ocean that flew away.
\nGathered its great clouds and terns,
\nand became mystery in the heavens.
\nThen I understood how ancient
\nthe writing on its walls.<\/p>\n
The seams with their white sentences,
\nso old,
\nno one can transcribe what they say.
\nHow the ocean made
\nand remade itself over the eons.
\nSheltered its animals,
\nand like a life unto itself
\nfolded its soul into the earth.
\nPut its memories in the salt.<\/p>\n
They taste like tears
\nthat have fallen in my life.
\nLike the seconds
\nthat have piled their sentences
\nin my bones
\nso that one day
\nsomething or someone
\nwill resurrect me like this ocean
\nand say,
\nthese are remains of a life
\nthat burst into flame for an instant,
\nand left its imprint on the stone.
\nThat is all we know.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I follow the path of the salt mine under the lake. The antediluvian ocean that flew away. Gathered its great clouds and terns, and became…<\/p>\n