398_ I'm the Merwoman Herman Melville of the new world
And I'll take any of your Calibans
Mist of the breasts shapes my breath into words
They double calibrate my self, sing my selves
Not only on the mouth of nissan
(Let it grow the blades of its kelp beneath what my shoulder away shelves)
And what they rush you shall try to reach
For every adama belonging to me, consider it as a beach
Or as a woodland prolonged to you
Then I'll know
You're mad for them to be in contact with you
