it's not just the cigarettes
the alcohol
it's more that your head
has just floated away
that you have turned into
some sort of owl cartoon
even here at these temperatures
on these submerged stones
things cling
of course
it amazes all of us
we all comment upon it during the walk
across the seabed
to meet your many-armed mother
at it again
with the gardener
in her basalt caverns
.
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