My mass of cells propels
dream-like, drifts on unconscious
ripples and primordial vibrations,
rising to cooler saline currents,
flinching from sharper, harder bodies,
responding from this hollow bell
of jelly, flickering beacons of luminescence
across my own transparency,
my gossamer vulnerability
streaming stinging Medusa hair
behind me, snaring the unguarded,
more alien than human,
unworldly, I exist.
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