play for me the sounds of

otters laughing in currents which

they do not resist

the sounds of struggle coming to

uncompromising fruition

 

fingerpick the sunrise over

vagabond encampments on sandy polluted

industrial fields

 

sing with me the chorus

of imprisoned cries, barred

by green and yellow papers

and anti-humanity laws

 

laugh with me with the otters who do not

resist

growing glowing yearning churning restless otter

eyes, holding nothing

 

no hope no expectation no judgement

 

play me the sounds of empty eyes

inevitable sounds

of laughter and cries

currents and tides

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