in memoir of the silent gills, "circular repeat,"

i stumbled upon this other person the day before yesterday a month or two ago

i was walking in the dead of night when i saw a stately shape with human eyes

don't tell me to calm down

the creaks of my external organ have rusted from overuse in a dryland of oppression

But it is not for sure, the deep blue's mutuality

don't worry you don't owe nothing to me

When pummeling port with starboard collides, Though each ner own sides lie,

don't do anything.  i won't tell you to take them in