Tentacles from the deep blue briny
Wrenched right up on steel winch
and a name is anointed unto the beast,
Another one that won’t hurt me at least
or…. Was it helping?
At last it’s thrown back in, in timid yet vast and yawning fear
Of damaging a delicate imaginative ecosystem
and the great black void gurgles and burps its approved yet knife-edge anticipatory contentedness.
And it said (amongst loud music)….
Go ‘head and let it pass on right through,
the Pristine Coalescence
is the only thing that I want to do,
Had enough looming consequence
is it cool if I don’t hurry at all?
Need new people to address, I’m a mess
And now I just want to fall,
Seems like months since I’ve seen happiness
But I’ve been happy with that?!
I miss the sweet sparking energy
runs out under my hand on the fur of a cat
And round the brim of my bonce
Around the rim of my hat.
And the curl ripples out farther and further, gently licking at the far and hazily gilded opposing bank, ghost-like but true and quiet and scattered all-over with dew spattered white lotus flowers.