The Perfect Depth Of The Mermaids (Nahemah)

Slowly and tiny do you slide and slip yourself from your necklace of entwined seaweeds and you wriggle behind the stairs of this stony trampoline And firmly you perch your legs on those sharp razors that shave Neptune's frothy and curly beard Breeze drunks you riding this oceanic horse over the dissolved hills of salt And from the electric jelly of "Medusae" you feed our finnings turning on cold and shining scales of silvered blue which smilingly they immerse us more and more in the perfect depth of the mermaids