The main spotlights through the rain. The spotted lights spottles on the
bottle-green sea. Spottling all over the mottled green-white sea. The
seat of the sea, the sea seated securely in the earth. In the eurth. In
the yureth. The yule earth, the mistletoe sea, and the bottleberries. The
bluebottles and the whitebottles and the greenbottles. Watery on the
bluebottle sea. The cokebottle glasses of the sea, mermaids with
cokebottlegoggles for spying prizes in the sands. Ravenlike mermaid
collectors looking for bright shinies in the sands. That's me, down
there, swimming among the sands, me in my mermaid persona, me with my
long greenblond hair and cokebottlegoggles.
     That's me in the layers of the sea, submerging, sounding in the warm
ocean. That's me, swimming, a fetus with big cokebottle glasses, big
bugeyes, sounding the depths of the uterus. Swimming out the fallopian
tubes, admiring all the huge organs from inside with my yellow-brown
bioluminescent piss. That's me, fetal spacewalker, turning in the zero-
gee which prevails inside the female body.
     Just ask your glans! Detachable glans becomes fetus. With muscles and
fists, punches the hell out of all the other embryos, loots the ovaries
for all the eggs, fries them sunny-side up! On a warm spiny organism.
Replaces them with spiny urchin eggs, whose larvae prompt strange
cravings — manta dung, plankton, cod roe, and ice cream.