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


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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