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tales from mary jane – 1.

look above – look belowlowlow

deep down to where the kraken lies, and gently waves his arms toward the surface – a yearning in his eyes

deep deep down
down to where the kraken lies
a yearning in his eyes

a procession of boats travels up above him.
kraken closes his eyes and imagines the way the sunlight hits them
– without having to filter through the miles and miles of seawater.

sometimes it’s just darkness
and the weightlessness of the sea.
he spends these dark times waiting,
in tense anticipation
for even a single crack of sunlight
to find its way

deep deep down.

down to where the kraken lies

a yearning in his eyes.


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