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calling all oceans...

you thrust
christ's hand
into a bucket
of your mouth,
birth me
a fish
for stylised breath,
sculpt me
in afterbirth,
a bible for my bones.


12 Nov 16

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parts of knuckle, parts of pad, this is mostly foaming with digits for me ;-)
 — PollyReg

https://youtu.be/QEQkIEkxm7 k
 — PollyReg

this is heavy.  melikes.  maybe omit "your" in 5 and change "for my" to 'of' in 11?  although that'll likely change what you were trying to convey.
just my 2 cents
 — JKWeb

hey web, thanks for your comments...food for thought... :-)
 — PollyReg

http://www.abc.net.au/ news/2016-11-13/earthquake-hits-near-christchurch-generating-tsun ami/8021922
 — PollyReg