He always searched, without reason, without need.
In the ashes he found little inhabited islands
with their old churches full of wind.
Outside one of the churches, there was a chair.
Down below, on the rocks, big sea-urchins
shadowed by standstill cloud. Afterwards,
he had nothing to add. It was obvious that he was carefully
avoiding to mention the word death.
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