5846 Like a liquid sword

Do not sift the light for me, 

Let it pass whole, 

Unscathed, without bends, 

To the end, 

Like a liquid sword, 

To the last echo 

Of this narrow corridor 

I cross, 

Like an abyssal fish, 

With all this baggage 

Of shadows, 

Dragged in the net 

Of my fins, 

Unrelentingly straining 

The dilating muscle 

Of my nostrils. 

Today I know for certain 

That you decipher 

The mysteries of my Atlantis, 

Reveal the enigmas 

Of my sphinx, 

And resolve the sunken 

Secrets of my psyche.