In the dark regions
of the ocean...
dreams gather...
all the dreams
of all the minds
from the starry nights,
the moonlit nights,
the dark and empty nights.

They merge into the blackness,
plunging to its depths.

The dreams are lost,
swirling with seaweed,
caught on rocks,
stuck in reefs.
The ocean spits
into the eye of the world.

Loneliness arches like
a solitary gull
whose form scarcely
shows against the sky's grayness,
circling
the watery abyss.