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  • Moving in myself
    along the reef and forests
    of sea trees to the surface
    down to the bottom
    a brown beer bottle
    I squeeze in as I blink my eye
    I'm confined
    I'm free to rest
    in my beer bottle cocoon

    awake, I rise and
    my arms reach
    sucking, inhaling,
    clinging to a crab
    I touch it with my arms
    so that my many suckers
    can saver the meal

    so content am I
    I float arms out stretched
    and capture the color
    as I can see through my skin
    in my arms, around and around
    as I play in the tides

    I can move through the water
    at break neck speeds
    or crawl out of the water to capture escaping prey
    I camouflage myself and disappear from predators
    I am all consciousness
    I’m not a centralized self

    to know me you would have to be me
    I'm beyond your power to comprehend
    I am the water and the waves
    I am Athena of the ocean
    I wear no shell
    I’m the sepia ink in your pen
    and the sea from your shore

    • • •

    Try as I may, I can never imagine the wonder and untold beauty of her world.
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