the all accumulation of the worlds ends, この世々の世のすべての蓄積は我に対して、
the accumulation of all the worlds ends,
to me but the increasing pile of salt.
darling, do you know in sea-illness
one could drink and drink, until his spirit's stomach
is more enormous than the universal river, and more.
still there is in me the thirst for you,
the who who is born above my spirit, the wind that stirs my foam
while under the ocean i breathe and drink only salt from own tears
that permeate the emptiness of everthing?
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