"my arms, when visible now, are foreceps of incisive metal"

a namer

as alive as coral beneath the surface of oceanwater

[it] quivers, its meaning quivers as if a mirage

the spores that dance like my hair does

with a determination to my glints

the moonrise coincides with my claim to this spacetime for

the light of your eyes waver when i ask

the that only live on , they've gone the same way

lineage of truth

invoking the true name

waves eagerly lapping