I was naked in the silky water that was torn by rocks,
foamy scissors knives razors, among the iodine-filled
mattresses of seaweed. I was nude in the sea of
flexible steel, which had a fertile and virile
breathing. I drank from the goblet of the sea filled
to the rim with genius. The sun, with its long
roasting flames, vulcanised my body and bolted the
keel of my forehead rich with sails. A working-class
boy, Who smelled of salt and hot stone, looked,
smiling, at my first tactile board:
“Having fun making little boats?!”
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