Nightling born of foamed waves, formed at the bottom of Mountain’s brine rock. A desire whipping around her ankles. Sea became hands, and hands ****** a tear away. Pulling from the yore ether, fibers and other things become sewn about, as Mountain rolls over to awaken. Mountain looks down to see plateaus of oneiric islands. Mountain’s first intuition bred islands that It encompassed. Things moved forward, the islands multiplied, and It closed its eyes to see the board’s full scape again. Dreamed, though, it did, of the landscape: bubbles, seastring, bluey harmons. Rocky sand, covered in darling blue. Giggles wandered by both left and right ears, but a drowned out symphony. Foggy was the smell, and murky was the seen: trapped in perfection, ******* are hanging. Blue eyed, brown hair, strands repel gravity under the sea. Topped off her hat, swam away, hips moving right to right again.
Her sumptuous body, scale and skin: purple on one side, cornflower blue on another: PM to the night, curls fell to her tailbone, voluptuous *** to poke out, bossom large as two moons. Skin brown and black like grounded coffee and rusted ships. She wondered by the hour of things reminiscent, to her somehow, deja vu dreaded her nuova-epimind. Something felt moving, she needed to remind herself. Drumming her fingers so effortlessly, moving her hips so delicately, the sway around her created residual numbers to count. It formed a hula hoop encircling and latched onto her waist: a personal clock. Ineffability relayed in her mind: she needed to explain herself.
Burnt lips kiss a coolen sky, molten rock forms from her eyelids: she pretends to belt out a shriek and from her pearls of saliva, little eggs from each of her undiscoverableness drop against the floor of Herself. Something comprehensible, like the seas and the beasts beneath. A little flowered her with a shell sprung out of one, missing an eye, for she still represented One and All Sight: petaled tail, two true-leaves replaced two fins at the bottom of the tail; green sight colored her film. And when this green-flowered splashed against the floor of Herself, a twin released from the smolder, he swam tall within Her sea-vibrations: wet fibres slick to the dreamed-face, body sinewy and constitutes echoes of Her Holiness’ alien songs of creation, and prosody formed his tail. More pairs from her saliva-pearls, and more from her sweat-beads: and more as close to Her poured from the lush nectar from Her Mountain’s ******: to embody this liquid. From the waters born Nilnrina: sprightly, shy: quietly, fly: harpened.
