What does conflict mean
There below the brine
Where the lidless predator
And the coordinated prey
Twirl into the tranquil abyss,
Bubble thrashed curtains drawing
On cloudy listing carnage,
Where hunt and kill and death
Bring life and bounty and balance?
Down there ’tis plankton blooming
That feeds the sea.
Up here we only eat while
The swift blossom of sweet paranoia
Keeps the grazers grazing.
-T. Weeks
(A response to “The World below the Brine”)
Life Immense 