The Octopus

Was an inventor in heaven.
He invented many things,
his own birth
one of them for instance,
crawling and scrawling out
this shape on the wall
in the theater of the sea.

And he invented colors and he invented writing.

Yes, I knew it was you—
only your bulbous brain has enfolded
so completely to imagine this gibberish,
octopus, whose
limbs are the alphabet
camouflaging into nothing.