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a mollusk whisper

a distant thunder

a boorish nothingness

blithe and alive was a far away sky

a sickle moon and her twinkling maidens

it was night darker than a night

hands of an eternal clock struck midnight

he holds his own hand and hitherto an antalgic night is suddenly nimble

and suddenly on a narrow strip of sandy sea he discovers the ecstasy of night

anew

the milky way never was brighter than this

orion was never this perfect

and the dipper was never better

never had he seen the sky like this ever

for the fist time he felt like holding his own hand

for something deeper - deeper than his deepest breath

for something louder - louder than than this roaring ocean

immersed he felt incorporeal

he danced like the dancing twinkles of the distant stars

full and yet empty

he sang

he sang the song of wind and of the winding surf

he sang the song of night

and of night's painted firmament

he sang of the ocean

and its mollusk whisper