a kelp dream
:.: There is a dream, a swimming in the deep kelp beds and the air is all cloudy with the decomposing silt of all the life around; but this is not repugnant, rather, deeply sexual, implicit potential. It is rot as rejuvenescence, deterioration as rebirth, drinking in deep lungfuls of protein, hiding in the watery shade of a swaying stalk, thick trunks like dream palisades, curling asleep, with the atmospheres and pressures in vast movements around, above.