Tongues of liquid, tasting salt
Peppered by a frothy malt
Bathe my lungs in frigid broth
Wrap my limbs in dust of moth.
Ages since I last inhaled
As my prayer softly cradled
Incantations steeped in brine
Jelly lanterns' lofted shine.
Now my fingers welling North
Breath of onion spilling forth
Marbles bobbing on the tide
Rings of jade adorn my bride.
Heaving gasp of rusted gill
Vanished whisperings of krill
Staining sea in clouds of blood
Carcass snow dissolves to mud.
While aloft, the ashen murre
Skates across the leaning fir
Voices of her sisters drawn
Far beyond the silver dawn.
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