Cruse cracked, I writhe and run,
                      stream down like nettled salmon,
                      flume in sparge and scream as
                      pirn-priest blows in oxygen;

                      Piscina scraped and drained,
                      my warm-water world is sacked:
                      gasping dry, I reel from accord,
                      cry for an unbroken cruse . . .

                      Pistonearth of piscavores
                      scales me down, efficients me;
                      carbon world of fin and fear
                      fries me to a filleted card.

                      I dream of purling into primal sea,
                      of sunning in the warm interior lea.
                      ____

                      *The freezing depressant delta of the
                        water in a pregnant woman's womb is
                        the same as that of the ur-ocean.
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