Waters Sordid

the waters sordid raise the current flow at dawn the earth was waiting just to strike a blow. it was rewarded... the waters of the lake they breathed... a tepid sun shone on them already a Poet Seer was passing by the salt-pans looking looking eagerly to tiptoe not to trip.. silhouette of shadow of the Poet-Seer figure against the lights of Dawn it grew and grew... for in dark absolute where would the silhouette impress? behind stealthy followed a Figure blacker than black it carried some large tool it stole and stole after behind the Poet-Seer...