Nature wants us
to return to sea,
we are checking our chins
for gills, our skins for something
fin-like within. We are
darker than the sky but light on the roof,
another cleansing version of truth.
Nature wants us
to return to sea,
we are checking our chins
for gills, our skins for something
fin-like within. We are
darker than the sky but light on the roof,
another cleansing version of truth.