Orthogon

My fingers lie tangled

in a universal hertz

 

unable to tell pleading

from cradling young

sounds in whirlpool

 

eggs. They speak to

you, as well. Create

the mouth’s angles

Lochness ellipses

and tricky tongues

 

so we could hatch

the proper noises:

 

frowns, slippery

as new waterfowl

 

vital as the lunar

orbit to our shores

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Jenna

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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