Storm clouds roll over the ocean, calls to greet them.
The washed up jellyfish dying away from the bloom.
With no heart, no brain, what's the reason to survive?
After a stroke humans revert to their base brain reset.
When I'm mindless I'll refuse to be mean as mother,
I'll swim out with the umbrellas, embracing tentacles.
Dance in the veils of seaweed and tide, evolving,
diving and flying to the sun, touching sunset and back.
Caroline Gerardo ©
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