Northern Sea Star
I hate the feeling of starfish arms pulling against my hair burrowing against my brow, but I’ll never tell My brother this as again he holds the nine-armed diadem above my head and pronounces me queen of the seas. |
Legend
Restraint is not the way to describe the look you gave me when a gray rubbery head ascended looked at you and disappeared under the boat. Or was it under the kelp cover? Or did it head out into the sea so that the waves camouflaged its departure, Or did it press its snout under your chin and fall fast asleep? |
Black Beak Collective
Swiftly now into the turret and up the inside of the brickwall seeing no skypass downout again the swarm that makes a mind the mind that makes a swarm a hundred individual choices and my mind makes a swarm their minds make a swarm and there is my mind theirs. |