[starfishes] lay Dadaist eggs and form a collage
on the sand, leaving a bit of themselves ashore.
their [bodies] are all screen and light.
their [tube feet] easily grasp prey in thunderstorm sea.
[the number 5] is against shades of shifting light.
their [five arms] fill in the gaps abound in the hard disk
of the beach thru sunset blazed foams.
foam containing their [smell] contains the seeds of revolution and
the colour of revelation.
[starfishes] are always there.—Replicas of the distant punk lights of stars
that replace the stagnant shades of seashells.
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