dolphins use
dimples on their snouts
to sense the electrical
currents of prey buried
in the silt

these vibrissal pits
attuned to the
slightest chance in
frequency leads them
unerringly in the dark

i imagine the
oscillating currents
constantly zapping
my brain would lead to
disharmonic seizures

leaving a pool
filled with mad dolphins
slamming headfirst
into the glass seeking
an escape from overload

my soul is a tuning fork
for vibrissal pits
discharging adorations
to sink limply still
seeking succor in silt