the water keeps no love

little squidlet, open your mouth underwater. if the sea, brine and salt. if a river, mineral and salmon. empty your mind, clear as the water, just be sure not to dive too deep. when the boat sinks, the fishermen will hug tightly, knowing the water keeps no love. blessed are they, when you do not envelop them definitively in your bubbling folds, to go and see, without railway, in your aquatic…