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Leveling, eddying, streaming, bubbling Little protein? Nothing. Carve us in tenths, more than nine water. Each swim in our very own pool. Don’t know how an illusion. Very pool holding water is water whirred with sand. Watery microbes between us and drowning. trickling, gurgling, flooding, spouting Blood, veins, and arteries that pipe? Water. Pipe breaks down to water. Ask about skin? Water made visible by scales do double-duty as lifeguards. Scales – you guessed – are more water than not. Look up, down, in, out, around. Vessel and vesseled owe colorless liquid holds, shapes, flows, quenches, leeches, feeds self-serving mouths. Every globally-warmed water-divided, water-connected, water-supported continent that shifts. Nations rise and fall not by oil but H-little-2-add-O. Myth says we shed traces of gills and fins and our need to school and left. Sure. Like we can separate. Water can leave, plants and animals stay to dust Mars Two. streaming, tumbling, sluicing, whirling Pretend we crawled, crabbed, and-or floated or allowed ourselves to wash onto land did not stand on, was not more than half, water. No one waved to the waves that bore, cradled, and rocked. B’bye, Nurse Sea, B’bye Being buoyed, hello, Iron Rock Cafe. Away green, away blue, we are vested in brown. Ties gray. Naturally, we dragged green to shore on sleighs with fin-made limbs, forgot water made. Gave no thanks for heart, cerebrum, liver, lungs, sex. Liquid that insured we did not shrivel and char, hide, arrogance, and all. Never mind that holes in the sky love to vaccuum. These shells we have come to oil and powder and shrink and stretch and have cut to shape possess features only water could have known to imbue. Elements have been ebbing and flowing for Moon for all time. Find them in a sunfish. Elephant-flea-adder-orangutan-iguana-giraffe- hummingbird-macaw-butterfly-eel. Water goes around comes around, imagine that. See litter, see poison. Warning: Contamina–. . . falling, leaping, seeping, clogging, mucked-up, gone
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You know what you've done, don't you Pea? You've brought up a mighty important subject, here -- you're sending me to the library. :-)
Carmen
Regis
Sage
Good write, Pea!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Best regards,
Leland