I, too, am a Mollusk
like you,
ship-shape and hard,
twisted in liquid sheets,
damp and turning
in slow,
dark, revolutions
in slow,
dark, revolutions
Spine to the outside
gripping mitts
and a
forgotten tail.
We, two, identical,
dreaming in blood-rhythm,
in a phlegm house,
Little squire
Little purpose
Little squatter
In your crimson
World float,
Turn the wheel
of that
Hard dream.
I, to the sea
You, to the land.
Me, pushing off
You, sinking in.
We are a love-
knot,
intertidal,
two old species,
fossils pressed
into slick
stone
geologic crush and melt
geologic crush and melt
shoving off
toward the
soft
promise
soft
promise
of Matter
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