POETRY

Dissolving milk in the sea of green
the body drifted, naked, clean.
Delicate hands motionless in the waves
a faraway voice calling his names.
Every step descended further
from the vertical wall of water.
Muted, the incantation of claims
recessed to the World of flames.
Calm, where once burned white
the sweet-smelling stings I want.
This is my goodbye dear readers
fellow inmates, fellow cheaters.
I only took what I left behind
doing as best as did my kind.

In the Caspian sea, bottle-wound
a letter of sixteen lines is found.