Starboard, bow-perched on seaward vessel,
fixated: motions of rocking waves.
The familiar shock-chilled salt spray sting,
scents in liquid crushed shells,
glasswater and life.
Fingers clasped to air...
This is the chanced threat of falling from cliffs
that I live...
...howling, as ever...
The lunar tides within call out;
each tiny moon individuated
by a myth, red as self:
To be unveiled possibility admist such laughing scorn
I must run from this vulnerability. My escape
will be a thing of extremes:
Whisper.drawn to the long...
waif than woman these nights, returning to my shore.
Seasonal-held in Cambrian rhythms;
seafoaming at the bite,
rending vocal'd chordata, leaving only
siren screaming, speech stones - more mineral than grey.
these horses - roaring out of waves, thunder'd...
reaper.. ... .
I am naked in the face of you.
a savage grace was born within
when you salt.rushed my fields with your desire,
cut my hair and hung it upon your trophy-wall.
I still fear the scythe that gripped my neck
that watched me, slithering malicious
strip for bathing. yet...
I've always wanted to be a saber-toothed cat.
I run around with my little tape measure, my caliper, and my keen curiosity, examining my lineage going back millions of years.
I have traced the eye-sockets of my ancestors. Run my fingers along the sagittal crests, felt the teeth of my...
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