Watching brittle stars move for hours
Is to see symmetry become melody -
The embodiment of such unspeakable beauty
that it redefines grace.
This is what life without a brain, a heart or eyes
This is what the intelligence of feeling
These arms were made of ocean,
And evolved through constant touch.
They bear such a complex sensitivity..
Their delicacy is their defense -
Their concession -
For this infinite sensuality.