From Absence and Presence. A cento patchworked together from lines from Pablo Neruda's poems.
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Look here, look for me here
I must feel the crash of the hard water.
I let my hands fall to the sea
for that is the place of joy.
Where the sea is concerned, I am
the ocean overflowing from its bottomless cup.
I have salty experience.
I am one who keeps turning out dreams,
dreams like a sea-green girl
to learn to return from such depths.
I need the sea because it teaches me~
the university of the waves.