Sea Glass 22/30


I tear myself apart
for you, and not for you

Bulbous coral bleached
and waiting for new polyps

I now identify
love, with panic



Trying to find something that would break the coral apart, satisfying that urge to have a kind of torn end piece here, was difficult, but in the end the image of an inscription will carve up other image-concepts to fit.

Here the algorithm is searching, searching, searching for the guiding force behind words but can’t quite clock it, despite managing to almost write coral in the central line. Something it did by accident, the way that some poetry approaches satisfaction.. It accidentally writes a half word, the word you were looking for.

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