Andrei: Zhis poem putz me tawh sleep . . . .
Jules: Yeah. Why not skip the poetry 'n enjoy the art?
Andrei: How about skippin' it all? Let'z enjoy sum booze!
Jules: Sounds great! Isn't good beer better than poetry?
I m m e r s i o n
dedicated to Ishihara Yoshiroh
I.

The sea. We were born for it
& even now it's linked ta ancient mammaries.
The land iz a more recent consequence
& heaven 's but ah dream.

The sea. It's a place whare boundaries shift
& currents spire beyund rifts.

We bathed in primal saline
long before this barth.

Now let's renew our kinship
& redefine our worth
by diving deep again.

II.

Az pellucid waters lap gently
against yer waist
trust in yer ability ta swim
& move among waves.

Let the firmament loose itz pull
As we embrace the sea.
Concepts ah money & status matter less
When liquid ooze gains ingress.

Why this attachment ta hard objects?
Do you think we are merely fish?
Our minds were meant fur deeper waters
ta discover fragments ah oneness.

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