And from that time on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk, Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam, A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down.
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It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
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