The giant does not sleep
but i did.
he moves in his bed
and the waves
clash with rocks.
he is noisy and gentle
and untamed in his heart,
dangerous, violent,
he follows the rhythm
of the moon
he lives so deep
i cannot reach
the invisible there,
but my feet touch
his clothes of water
and i am filled
with a longing
to sail out,
to give myself
to the ocean
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