is strung with cowry shells.
108 perfect eyes pass
one by one
between the Scylla and Charybdis
of my calloused thumb and Saturn finger
become glaring vulvas,
wide
moist
swollen
alert,
issue an unyielding flow,
of salty tides swallowing earth's shores
grain by grain by minute grain.
Through cadenced lips
recitations toll like church bells
calling the faithful
to rejoice
or mourn.
Words,
smooth as river caressed stones
dream of diminishing
to a morsel of sand,
dying in the belly of a bivalve mollusc,
to be reborn as a black pearl on its tongue.
Ocean waves grow fat
consuming continental bodies
claimed by us and ants alike
which sadly,
are visible only
from heights reached by poverty-stricken men
who,
unmoved by the riches under their feet
must walk the cold, dead face of the moon
to feel alive.
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 5:54 PM UTC
is strung with cowry shells.
108 perfect eyes pass
one by one
between the Scylla and Charybdis
of my calloused thumb and Saturn finger
become glaring vulvas,
wide
moist
swollen
alert,
issue an unyielding flow,
of salty tides swallowing earth's shores
grain by grain by minute grain.
Through cadenced lips
recitations toll like church bells
calling the faithful
to rejoice
or mourn.
Words,
smooth as river caressed stones
dream of diminishing
to a morsel of sand,
dying in the belly of a bivalve mollusc,
to be reborn as a black pearl on its tongue.
Ocean waves grow fat
consuming continental bodies
claimed by us and ants alike
which sadly,
are visible only
from heights reached by poverty-stricken men
who,
unmoved by the riches under their feet
must walk the cold, dead face of the moon
to feel alive.
