“mutating in salt”

—Imagine her blue while
in ferment Hops, malt and
sweet wheat being present.
Without any air in the
nose or even feet,
Right from the bottom
of the ocean to meet.

Mutating into gills her
swi arms The cape and
garment in salt and scales
She’s having her debut
among the Specials
Gentlemen and, rstly,
Ladies Be introduced
to Tarì Aquamaris—