There is a current running out my eyes
Blowing like sahara dust
Across dunes and valleys.
There is a hint of green in your reply
And I see it
And I yearn for it sometimes.
Yeah I know we were lookin for blue
I know underneath the concrete
the roaches and snails
congregated and conspired against our faith.
And octupi shrivled and groaned when
You pulled free from the dirt
And I- wrapped in sea mud and thunder
Sunk my teeth into fish and seethed
Learned to huff and puff and scream
To hold my breath and after all things
have unfolded- to breathe
Still- although I've been rockin the legs for while
I miss my tail
And fish net on my fingers
And shells in my hair.
I do.
I miss my scales.
Land critters. Pssshh.
I got better things to do then prance around like some Demigod.
So drown me.
Bury me in mud.
I'd like it- you know that.
Sometimes I can't take the heat.
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