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It’s come to this: emergency landing
on troubled waters. Shoreless unrest.
Everywhere, choppy sea.
I circle a planet that won’t hold still.
Darkest blues shouldering each other,
thrash foamy-mouthed; undecided.
This spaceship is touching down.
Hull breached. Capacitor wasting.
Trust Mami Wata shields me
on every untraced worldly ocean.
Transforms me … however necessary.
I call for land.
The waters are answering
