Scratching a life from the seven seas’ sediments
loving in places the world never sees
desperately grabbing at everything anything
squeezing it till it can no longer breathe
trapped by compulsions much older than language
as long as the gears of the planet still run
tasting the tremors that tease at the freedom to
Blister the surface and pull down the sun
Yeahhhhh
blessed by the tides
cursed by the stones
Release the Kraken

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