300 million years

:

copper in my blood

breaking white light through prisms

rows of tiny teeth

in a tongue like ribbon

2,000 cups

tasting what I touch

I prefer to crawl

seldom in a rush

:

galactic intelligence

solving problems with arms

wavelengths & colors

growing from scars

alive for a year

my venom, my ink

drilling holes for food

with a parrot-like beak

:

healthy stimulation prevents

self-destruction

I remember, I predict

cosmic communion

no bones, few limits

a three-hearted marvel

dinosaurs & ice

beyond human struggle

:

300 million years

:

300 million years octopus poem and art (see here) by Walking Artist, Jonathon Stalls