Amoeba Satellite

Prompts from Makhluk Seni for WELP, a movement to 'weaponise' love in all forms of expression. Prompts were released throughout the month of February for writers to submit any short form of writing.

This piece was inspired by Netuno's beats. We love the ocean and turtles. The water carries energy and being in the ocean creates this unexplainable sensation of change and breath.

Prompt 16 : My Nights Are Filled With
Night time is always filled with emotions, memories, thoughts. Sometimes good, sometimes bad.
What are your nights filled with?

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Dancing stars and flying amoebae
Swift in its abysmal away
Sitting through the Milky Way
Prancing far into time, space and synth waves.

Dreaming in Neptune's song
A voice where spaceships belong
Weaving its throttle behind strong
willed hands that tap its fingers along
with bobbleheads of astronauts.

Discovering the mind field of debris
Streamlines of interstellar realities
Mixed into multiple parallel galaxies
Layers in lucid dreams and possibilities
A Banksy Warhol masterpiece for everybody.


- Swit Marie
1228H 27th March 2019
TMM HQ


Swit Marie is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaid
When words fail, she allows movement and emotion to carry her through
A believer in making dreams come true, she would love to collaborate with you
An explorer starting fresh and would only give her best
She stands in the gap and will only call it quits when it's a wrap.

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