Hey lake,
sink the sulky notebooks
in your dusty waters,
Let me see what with the soul
filled with notes for
what do the paper boats do
while on earth the salamanders duplicate?

A plane mirrors its flanks,
the sky in the lake,
a lake in a sky…
the books float,
my conscience on board
while salamanders procreate
The notes… the sky … notes…
the lake…., salamanders procreate,
the books drink, drink the water,
the notes sink.