Liana cuts a trail
with the thrust of her tail
through the deep wet ocean so blue,
with the current’s hum
she taxis the dead
Their rotting flesh
who wait at the bottom of the sea
(they wait at the bottom of the sea)
Eating up eternity
the ocean’s energy shifts, and
Liana gets off on the folds of change.
(Poseidon is water
Poseidon is water)
She ignores the voices in her head
preferring her oneness with ocean instead.
Water’s movement through her gills
gives Liana silent chills.