"If I seem to you nocturnal and imperfect
Look at me again. Because tonight
I looked at myself as if you were
looking at me.
And it was as if water
Desired

To leave your house that is the
river,
Just slipping by, not even
touching the riverbank.

I looked at you. And it has been
so long
That I understand that I am
earth. It has been so long
That I wait
For your brotherly body of water
To stretch over mine. Pastor and
naut

Look at me again. From a lesser
height.
And more attentively."