Once we got the hang of it, we
breathed circles around each other.
Skipped foreheads off
rocks, chewed
embers.
Jellyfish,
left to their own
devices, developed spines, got
religion, eschewed
risk
made Gods of sticks.
–Cami Park (me)
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Mungo 
i like it
Excellent. truly fab poem.
Thank you!