It crushes us in drowning

 It crushes us in drowning. Make me life, not agony or shipwreck. Shipwreck of silence. A silent mouth of stone. To the mouth of teeth broken by the bites of life. Save me from drowning, love. With your breath and rhythm of breathing. Flesh of your flesh, love. Of your early mornings. From your rays of light and impatience. They give life like the sky glances of the tiles of the limpid sky. His sleepwalking mornings almost always without storms. Water from water. Clear "clouds" grow up from the wide sky.