Squishy bodies bob aimlessly around,
too and fro, back and forth, each day the same.
Circular, spherical, sandy beach bound,
wiry tentacles and tender membranes.
Come, play along with the mysterious crowd
very beautiful, yet not cute nor tame.
Tingly currents and toxins coloured loud
beware the lure of the lion mane.
When tempted by death, now I float proud,
blooms that once smothered me, fueled my pain,
morph in the depths of the sea. No sound.
Scarred and weepy tissue, just mind remains.
Now jellyfish, and the tide is right...I
rendezvous with my swarm under moonlight.
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