Where the sea dies in ephemeral pants

                                                  of foam, away from the sunny porches

                                                  veined with brackish clots, abstracted footprints

                                                  chase each other like leaves to the wind.

                                                  The path of indistinct figures leans with

                                                  hibernated combinations towards thick fogs

                                                  of questions, but it is useless to look for some

                                                  answers, the water will swallow them with

                                                  mouths of silence.