gemtactics : a journal

Octopus of wings

A lot of flapping

but no grasp

shallow shallow shallow shallow shallow
no matter how many times you say it
it doesn't drive any deeper

shallow the sea at her edge
where her cold tongue laps hard pebbles
where tender soles transition from the sand

shallow shallow my breath
when air seems not a birthright
but without it? Mir or
Kursk

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	January 8, 2001

	Octopus of wings A lot of flapping but no grasp shallow shallow shallow shallow shallow no matter how many times you say it it doesn't drive any deeper shallow the sea at her edge where her cold tongue laps hard pebbles where tender soles transition from the sand shallow shallow my breath when air seems not a birthright but without it? Mir or Kursk