i; mythos of inoculation.

It was easy to be wounded by the sea;
to allow the salt to infiltrate my lungs.
Enduring the iron breath, lightning-struck,
as fulgurite veins transform and lend
weight to the descent.

It was nothing to dive,
to spawn gills and swim as a siren.

{When my skull lies with yours,
will you sing with me?}

Always, the in-between.
Human and Other.

I, composite creature, howling
my seven names
and singing the rain down.