the only way to keep the ocean out of my ears
is to keep my mouth open
the wind blows all day in the back of my throat
it is trying to tell me something
something that all shells know when they
wash up on the sand
all the way down to my heart
the way is rocky
great webs of flesh
have grown around my interior spaces
like coral laid down over centuries
my lungs are involved in a great
conspiracy
there is a rebellion brewing
some mutiny
I want to say, I am the captain
and nobody leaves this ship
but I am talking to the ocean
and the crew won't hear
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