Dropped stone on coffee marks

Pearly white and rumpled stone

Opening edge when the stone falls

Ivory dentin of this stone man

Extracting of his cage


He looks at you with stoned eyes

Regreting the grey sea

And says


I am the mollusc

Lost when its shell


Afraid of the sea

I heard around


Better to have a look

A spiral in the eyelid

Than be the stone

Singing the secret sea