Publisher's Synopsis
I am the son of man I am the one made of clay I was driven by the call in my chest to see the sea I was driven by its salt calling the salt in me If I was melted by the sea in such a chaos of the drowned then leave my shadow on the palm and leave it there as old and calm as the palm tree or as the olive tree or fig tree Then take the best of my tweets and turn them all in a prayer recite it once and then again relieve my pain revoke the curse of son, of man for him to go back to heaven and leave alone the universe.
