The new devonianA Poem by Big-Blue-ApoptosisArrival of the tetrapod, surfacing from the water it's primitive lung gasping at the decaying element, that toxic air. And just like the first time, having to adjust, turn poison into life. To turn back the clock in the struggle to survive.
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