The beasts that split themselves along their coronal plane
larvae of in smoke twist something dark like hair but not
make the forest a bloom of pale gulfs
a body formed from a handful of twigs then lost
the limbless shapes a severing of stumps
let the nausea take you vertiginous beast being in flight
out of half trembling the ship is as dark as the ocean
the mouth of chaos is in the same buried place as its eye and its genitals