text with water

and he shouts and

one sees him from the land and

he looks like a tourist and

he looks like a lighthouse-keeper and

he waves his arms and

he drives the waves before him continually and

he is made out of water and

he is blue

and he is liquid and now

he swims out and

now he's getting smaller

and the water's getting wetter but

now he's gone

Roland Heer