On mortality,  
 
I’m a big baby. That’s a big b, for clarified as black-and gold pelage, married and vulnerable, exploring reiterations of my own duality. 
 
I’m alive feeling the swansdown of DNA. Soon I’ll be comically dead — that’s married to a triplicate database — sinking into forest behavior, giving up fish, emotionally shot .. devoted to background intelligence in seamless disproportionality.