priceless
Hair thickened to a jute mat I lick my arm like a dog Salt debris.
My feet pull forward as the waves push me back. Dichotomy of a step.
The cool cool South China Sea Contaminated with treasures, blood and sweat.
Like a tiny mussel I bob up and down My nipples tiny ice caps I'm wearing a necklace of surf
I lie back in mother nature's bed of foam, If I died i would stay afloat After sinking to the bottom.
But today I'm alive Watching Generations soaking up gold dust on the ground.
Priceless.