I am the son
of man
I am the one
made of clay
I was driven by the call
in my chest
to see the sea
I was driven by its salt
calling the salt in me
If I was melted by the sea
in such a chaos of the drowned
then leave my shadow on the palm
and leave it there as old and calm
as the palm tree
or as the olive tree
or fig tree
Then take the best of my tweets
and turn them all in a prayer
recite it once and then again
relieve my pain
revoke the curse
of son, of man
for him to go back to heaven
and leave alone the universe.