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you ask for a leather couch & a death mask
you ask for fossil and my arteries are #lled with stents
I lift sternum to sail & tedious chores #nish — us, the waves crafting glass becoming frown
we are in the sea of death —
we take & we are drawn from the sea.
where we were born we were buried alive, where we were born we took in sea air—
we are in the sea of death — to us, we are the air & we are born for but a moment.
there was no-one who came to be
we were born and the no-one told our parents that they must take from no-one — to give us life,
to grant us life for one breath under the Frost Moon.
we are in the sea of death — i am here.
and the no-one gave to the familiar to live and give life so we'll be the nothings that live—
the code self-replicating
the no-one who gives life to nothings