Proliferate under the stalagtites, in the darkness
Where she swims, the one with ALS
Through claustrophobic neurons and tree brain stems
The dripping calcium of a world turned upside down,
Where bats hang and tarantulas hide
And the water moves you as far as you let it go,
To the Mayan Gods still glowing in stone
Or the green ocean blessed with crocodiles
Or the secret cities where the ideal has been realized.
Such consequence would be nothing for the mermaid
Who flows with her camera like a vision,
Were it not for the brutal steps
To the world that doesn't comprehend,
Too full of themselves and compassion,
How fierce each step becomes up the wet planks,
As if no other bravery is needed.
