(Fishermen wait
Vessels bob
The ocean is, content to
just be as it always has.
as it should
We know this
But what is it to be its
breathing face?
Its cleansing teeth?
That thing we cling to when
we forget that dinosaurs are real?
The feeling of sated
unknowledge that comes;
that holds
The only god we can see,
and so we scramble onto boats,
praying to just maybe be in the
vicinity of
something
we can't believe
The thing that keeps marine
biologists awake as they
drive back through
the dark to their homes
every night,
counting on their fingers,
again,
and again,
and
again.)
(Light
bends and leans against me
Fingers
trace underneath and between my eyes
These contours
we question and create
Our center
we detach and displace)
credits
from how many whales there are in this world,
released December 31, 2014
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