All I know is floating,
Green and blue, blue and green,
This world and I,
Symbiosis of clownfish and anemone.
High islands and atolls of the mind,
Westward-drifting into the dying sun,
Show me your volcanic secrets…
Mana from under my feet,
And at my fingertips,
And on my eyelashes,
Every breath is freedom…
Pearl farmer tending oysters with meticulous love,
Rearing black pearls in the lagoon,
I tattoo my spirit on the sky,
In waves and spirals,
At one with the god of thieves and sailors;
I see my own death
And my bones,my laughing skull
Set among the banyan roots
Along with a conch shell.
The basalt eyes of the tiki
Watch over all:
Lay no hand upon us,
Disrespect us at your peril.
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