2021-06-02

Ocean wells

Where is this alleged normality
which engulfs and obscures simplicity?
A simple pot, a simple pea. a natch'ral benthic poetry!
Gri-Ahtapot tiny, underneath we grab and look and jet and play we find a place to ambush prey we blend right in, or stand out stark descend into the brine and dark we decide on what we need our mind's not bounded by this sea...
and we don't Believe.
Simply proceed: Mark us as a loss we have no more interest in being your boss

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