Di mare

                                                         Quel tanto d'acre
                                                         mi si scioglie in bocca
                                                         che di umano mi dà
                                                         mera parvenza
                                                         ed io son riccio:
                                                         di grumoli stellari
                                                         in amaranti umori
                                                         mi filtro in cosmi
                                                         e in nulla mi traspaio