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It doesn’t have to be so quiet, and it can’t be;
Mysterious world, sodium light, salty green beings
on the latching sides of ships. Ahoy,
you barnacles,
I loved a woman long ago misplaced
and spilt here
then into the froth with you.
You must follow the moonpour, then,
To see if at the end of earth
And land and rock,
She has been so revived.
I sail forty days, forty nights.
And the moon glow reminds me of popsicle at the lip.
The taste of fermented melon, too,
Wraps me in a bed of seaweed dreams.
I’ll speak truth on my acidity, out here alone,
For only rosy coral lends an ear, an awareness;
I have long been in this forgotten place,
Catching storms,
And elsewhere, my other life sees me catching babies.


hi! welcome! my second post! i thought it might be a good time to talk about how i find music.