other animals

the more the character begrudgingly
revealed about itself in each nearly 
sense-free ramble. Though one could start to make
out an outline in the deposits of
silt perhaps as a kind of lure while it 

waits for something better to show
Yes I know that caldera is over
due, but by how much only she 
can say, and one day, if you will look this

way, each museum, gold bar, and landlord 
will find itself folded scraped and forced to 
slough down to the liquid below the thin 

surface ornamentation as again
the old ocean leaps to mint new mountains