I swam twenty fathoms
\nto the bottom of my sleep.
\nUnder the ocean.
\nPast the place of any dream
\nor meaning.
\nIt was perhaps where a stone sleeps,
\nwhere a cadaver shutters,
\nwhere a broken heart finally freezes
\nand gives up its pain.
\nIn the morning,
\nI sat on the edge of the bed
\nlike a swimmer collapsed on the sand,
\nwiggling his toes,
\nsense slowly returning,
\ntime to wake up
\nand return to the sun.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I swam twenty fathoms to the bottom of my sleep. Under the ocean. Past the place of any dream or meaning. It was perhaps where…<\/p>\n