In the making

"On shore, all the sedge blades sharpening.

Under:

Granular sounds of sand, conglomerate,

bedload shift --

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The black-green water rings with hidden folded light.

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Crab-speak, the high hurt-songs of coral

mineralising,

crystals growing into water's ghosts.

Sub-heard groans of ancient seagrass rhizomes,

plankton, larvae, bivalves, mollusks,

the crount-cancelling fish.

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As the infrasound that goes through continental shelf and sea

and keeps its surety

my hearing went benthic:

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Actual ocean, ur-ocean, its full, fine-grained reserve:

acid and iron,

microbes splitting water -- plasmic hiss --

great sea creatures in deep sound channels

making music that witch your blood." 

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-- Nam Le