Tentacle dreams of untold night
the notches of my spine collide
the muscles tighten cross my back
the tingling speaks to what I lack
Flaming flame of seaborn spheres
the struggling fish assuage my fears
the tightening net the struggle binds
the black-eyed bruises
the slack-jawed wife.
Oft told, the wants that starve the needs
The beaten traveler strikes his steed
The craggy sailor cuts his beard
The captive swimmer swimming far
From aft to end to fore to yaw
And still the lure accepts the stock
the hook yearns for a fleshy jaw
the traveling sailor shoots his wife,
the cephalopodan stiff, the night
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