Touch swollen tonsils:
gill slits.
Inside eyelid: slimelight.
Cheek: shark.
Here foreknown
I’ve dived
down dawnless
microbial snows,
phosphor blue to blue-
black, to black.
I fend
fish. I find
the saffron curb
of the sulfur vent,
veering voiceless
again into the segmented,
swaying, white,
toothed tube-
worm, Time.
Did you enjoy the the artible “Anaerobe” from Richard Kenney on OZOFE.COM? Do you know anyone who could enjoy it as much as you do? If so, don't hesitate to share this post to them and your other beloved ones.
Leave a Reply