i am a seahorse penultimate hybrid
swinging and swaying within beneath above
millions of fish
they swim towards me teeming parting fluttering i
feel them glide past
furiously invisible i
see them below me as a cloud of movement and i
don't need to see
or hear to feel or sense and even when i don't i
tilt up at them i
am within and they are all around i
am all around and they are within
swimswimswim
i am a baby i
just left my ocean i
am now just making sense of this big
heavy thing
but it seems i
have lots of time
8 comments:
making sense makes me stumble, no matter how much time I have.
I don't know if this related purposely to the Crow's post on i... but I love it... all the short, terse lines... cut short and yet continuing on into the next word... the next line... the next thought...
especially like:
they are within
swimswimswim
it's salmon that leave the ocean after two years isn't it... go upstream to spawn???
happy birthday to you beautiful baby...
the weight of the world came crashing down...
But are we still not always within?
Unnamable--- hmm, maybe so; maybe i did and maybe you did, too... and maybe you did and maybe i did, too...
Hopper
are we still? not always
but always within.... always
Harlequin
hello again.... seahorsie here was done before I saw HB's noise, but it seems Beckett is working his magic and the membrane is vibrating indeed...resonances galore...
yes Harlequin... i really believe in quantum entanglements...
hey Jon...
don't worry about the baby...
all the babies have got enough time to mount on the slide... and not to be buried underneath... just they shouldn't drink their moments but to swim in them...
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