"Oceanomare", мое.

You are not ill, Elysevin

you are okay

enter the sea

enter.

Tell Padre Plush

to write a prayer

about a man

who had lost himself.

Send it to him

He's on the boat

he's floating in madness

he waits for the death

to come.

Tell the artist

you will count the ships for him

in that verde mar sea

endlessly.

In the depth of the ocean

The Drown God is singing

His deep voice

sounds perfect

yet delirious.

The waves will wash away

The blood from the sand

the sea-foam touches your toes,

Elysevin.