Hotaru ika are a glow-in-the-dark species, hiding in the translitic
a mesmerizing light courtesy
of a network of thousands of photophores, drifting long hairs of a wild woman
situated over their 3-inch of space. While most sea creatures
like the Hawaiian bobtail squid, borrow their radiance
from symbiotic bacterial colonies, generating texts by rolling dice
the many-pot creativity- these tiny cephalopods are a rare species that generates
its own light, a slight aleatory element, an acrost
the trance and seductive logic of symbolic fantasy
an experience, a story, a piece of music, a set of images- That which will
never be tidy in the composition of poetics of the wild wild sea
Some enigmatic ocean fireflies dwell
far from human sight at a depth of 600 to 1200 meters, possible genesis in an actual event.
art swallowing the laws of the prerational, meta-logical, and wallowing the super-real.
a place in the ocean that marine biologists
refer to as the twilight zone, to suspend the impulse to impose.
a hint elsewhere to save from ourselves
there are remnants of artificial light, imagery that is not soon forgotten,
on the ocean, with water, with sea- from
midnight to early morning, so the blue light of firefly squid
appears even more beautiful in the darkness; disconcertingly strange
like a passage from Carl Sagan’s book Pale Blue Dot.
A.brasiliana sets its egg capsules in an autonomy, free. the union with
the neurotic union with an earthly lover. A sea lover, too
the milky or translucent spheres of motion, color, excitation
float through the water close to shore, propelled by the breeze
in nethermost depths, lives suspended in a big ocean.
—images which are too apt to connote blissfulness
If the snails are star-crossed, they slide into the surreal: the capsules don’t stay there.
fierce waves, parse odd fragments together. Storms finding portent reasonings
can fling the eggs up onto the sand, cloaked in a drugged calm with
a germinating experience of thousands of eggs in bands along the shore,
creating the impression
of big fibril of pearls marking the high-water line.
an idiom closer
to the miraculous intensity of the world
those that don’t die by beak wind up desiccating in the sun.
Rotting, sunny, rot
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