A sounding board...more likely a sponge,
Almost drowned bearing up
Under the gravity of
The venting of marooned Sirens
Needing relief...
What is the mouth of a sponge?
It becomes a thing crusted
With squamous salt
If she finds herself washed ashore,
Dried up and abandoned
After reeling through the nebulae
Of eddies and tides and jellyfish.
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