The tongue waits with a captain’s patience.

Epiglottis, ebbing with the brine. Someone

indecisive between the salt and voices.


Sirens, yawns with dawning ecosystems,

unable to decipher feasts from eulogies:

throats, anchored ajar

like paralyzed vessels.


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Hello, fellow bundle of nerves and flesh! I'm a simple little being who's half-poet, half-scientist, and all gelatinous chaos. Sort of like an illogical marshmallow. If you'd like to learn more, please seek out the "First Impressions" page. Thank you for the visit, bundle friend.

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