The wake is like a funeral pyre a howling wolf fighting eating empty stomach famishly starved trying to burn light out from the dark “It is a bliss in the deep” it thinks, this creature, while being and wanting to stay a longer while From the deep it thinks “If…

I am a shell, move through me salty, lukewarm, sort of slimy (something sweet that is also slightly disgusting, like an old peppermint candy that has melted into the paper) the whale is drawn to deficiency, means: will choose the bed that doesn’t have a pillow, the lover that doesn’t…