Poika [English translation]

when the algae rafts at night wash into the harbor

will he come watch

and his bottle mail is in the cold

green dousing its neck

the boy doesn't wait, he dives

and tries to reach his bottle

the fish can't carry

he sinks into the prison of that force field

realm of water

in there he saw heaven

and that sea turned out to be bottomless

blinded and entangled him

into the world that lies there

there's no worry, no dark

earth's pressure tires and vanishes

such a grand bliss

and he stays in the fairytale with seagrass in his lap