Slowly and tiny do you slide and slip yourself from your necklace of entwined seaweeds, and you wriggle behind the stairs of this stonny trampoline.
And firmly you perch your legs on these sharp razors, that shave Neptune's frothy and curry beard.
Breeze drunks you riding this oceanic horse over the dissolved hills of salt.
And from the electric jelly of "Medusae" you feed our skin 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.