one day a euro--carotte cell
(living in tropical fresh water and almost near the surface,)
met an exotic archaeo back-terra that lives in the dark deep ocean,
around volcanic chimneys.

they asked each other what is the wildest dream to be?
the euro-carrotte said, i want union,
with one and two, three, five, and
all who drink for
saint fibonacci spirit.
if only we could all link in spiral-tide,
it whispered,
dreaming of a colony that grew like sunflowers,
galaxies, and hurricane hearts.
the exotic back--terra said,
i thrummed to the rhythm of boiling minerals.
i wrap toxins in protein-lullabies, singing:
"sulfide,
arsenic,
i fold you softly into silk,
then marinade you with salt."
my dream?
to be a tiny liver in the abyss,
weaving safety from poison.