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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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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