His whiteness is but a flattened fog
whose hearth revolve in the opposite mind
deep beneath the big blue.
I once sailed when i had a past and a future,
a boy to my left, and an old to my right
where as clean as the ganji's,
and as sharp as Lethe,
I've seen the cyclop wale,
wailing at the shore.

The boy ran to it once we cam ashore,
and disappeared into the mouth.
the old one ran to save the child,
and vanished into the mouth.
i ran out of fear of never getting back my memories and dreams,
and the mouth disappeared,
and the wale died.

"but what about the eye?" i heard a mermaid ask.
"what about it?" said i.
"The eye still stare". she replied
"i hardly don't give a fuck"  said i.
Then the mermaid pulled a gun at me, and shot my phallus.

From this day, god gave me a vagina,
and laughed in the pantheon of how much of a pussy i sound.