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.