a study toward sonnet #1,364 by FisherKingKQJ
Where kelp and coral decide their truce
A small black cleaner wrasse finds it no harm
To groom a grouper's sore throat, uses smarm
To peck out parasites, leave his client spruce.
A damselfish grinds coral format loose,
He grows sweet algae on his marine farm,
Defends his turf with surly squatter qualm,
The algae ambient sunlight, pithy juice.
A starfish limb now cleaves upon a crunch,
Moray eel's leftover morsel taken
Where limbs grow whole new starfish on a hunch,
Larder salted, treasured, not forsaken.
Seems like a no man's land, this under-tow,
Here kelp and coral cue its plankton flow.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 tow
o $10,000,000 drag
o $10,000,000 pull
11th sonnet for sex bot Elizabeta
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