for B
where the ocean falls into itself /in what we would consider adverse
conditions that include pressure, crushing cold, darkness/
the bioluminescence of you leaks into dreams —
bold through the world–layers /hybrid in its nature of mimicry&attraction/
no longer expelled through the application of pressure,
no longer shamed by the intensity
/of light produced and communicated in dense cells/
Come
float in me
in this illumination of songs sunk in sea
blossom in my deep chasms that become air,
winds born in the cracks of that mountain–inversed
that I named Nimár when the world was young,
hear me crying from crevasses, see me spreading
wings of darkness, starry night,
embodied in bioluminescence
of the ocean rising up in me
the illumination of songs sunk in sea
that touch you to sing yours,
flesh unfolding windlike
from spaces never lost,
undrowning,
called home.
