The Shapeshifter

Probing tendrils pass over textures, details, and meanings

Carrying the body through a kaleidoscope of other people's dreams.

The body follows, waiting for its senses to hook. Inspiration

Is right around the corner.

The brain lies in its arms and head — if you can call it that — all at once.

DANGER! — something signals. And the body contorts, changes shape, holds still: assuming the form of an unremarkable blob of coral.

And that, for now, is safety.