THE SEA

I feel the need…
To go down to the sea…
And breathe the brine air...deep Have it
purify my lungs…
With each fresh breath...
We come from the ‘Soup of the sea’... We go
back…
To be reminded...
To capture…the exquisite moment…of our beginning... The
randomness of it all…
The perfection...of the alignment...of ‘muck’... That was
necessary…for our creation… ‘Soup’s on!’
‘Is it soup...yet?!
Bit by bit…bacteria…would collide with bacteria…
Somehow stick…create something new… Chimera...
Symbiotic…
Efficient...
Aggregate…and aggregate... Would
they...
Sticking...sticking…heaving…heaving...
Cleaving...cleaving...
Mitochondria—came into the mix…
Which was the biggest fix...
It made us the beings…that...could...
The beings that would…come to realize… What we
were...
Was one ‘huge’...
Microbiome...
Mitochondria…only passed down by the female…
I need to go down to the sea again...skip through the water and sand… Feel the
salt ‘squinch’...
As it dries on my skin…
It’s a different sea today...
We have managed to soil ourselves…our planet…our waters... Flesh
eating bacteria…is the gift of the sea today…
It seems what made us…
Consumes us…
Full circle...to our own demise… ‘Soup’s
on’...
‘Is it soup...yet?!
I ‘STILL’...
Feel the need...to go down...to the sea... To
purify...me...