Who is composed of clay, who of stone.
And I shine and glitter!
My name is Sawd, and my line of work is treason.
I am the sea's ephemeral froth.
Who is made of clay and who is made of flesh.
The casket and grave markers.
Baptized in the sea's fountain and throughout Her flight.
Perpetually shattered.
Through each heart and each network
My own self-will will prevail.
Do you notice these rebellious curls?
You can't produce salt from the ground.
On your stone knees, crumpling
With every wave, I am revived!
Foam is here to stay, happy foam!
Sea foam that's high!