seamonster
bone gnasher flesh shredder
SMOKE POURS FROM ITS NOSTRILS
AS FROM A BOILING POT OVER BURNING REEDS.
ITS BREATH SETS COALS ABLAZE,
AND FLAMES DART FROM ITS MOUTH.
STRENGTH RESIDES IN ITS NECK;
DISMAY GOES BEFORE IT.
(Job 40:20-22)

PART I: a friendly poem, sea-beast to sea-beast
leviathan brother in the deep bone gnasher flesh shredder old friend, what reputations we keep. scrawled on edges of maps, tossed in the sea’s deeps; they wish to name their monsters, to situate our abodes safely out of view— but abyss is anywhere everywhere nowhere at all. you cannot label it, plop in a dragon, henceforth avoid. it is the steering wheel the kitchen table a horsefly a drop of water slipping down the glass. it arrives unbidden, pries open the moment, splays out sickening endlessness before your eyes. of course, brother, this is the secret of heaven too: the sudden window opening eternity within mundane, nowhere you can seek, but there - now - just so and in another light, perhaps, you and I are not the monsters but the gods




needs more SAMARA. other than that you're golden. and you ARE samara! so you were golden anyway. <5
Wonderful. I'm swooning for this lyrical love note