The Water-Bearer
Collective images
Melting towards the light
The fingernails of the sorceress
Fashioned in smoke
A land without climate
A stone buried in ashes
Rough blankets full of holes
In the tents of soldiers who do not return
The others who came to meet you
Their feet stained with clay from the seawall
The water-bearer approaching, his eyes
Closed over with coins
Drinking this will make you immortal
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