Find the Muse in the Slit

Search the seven

Seven is the number of the puncture

Magellan died in the muck of Mactan (He failed)

I cross the first sea of Bile

Ten degrees south of the mind

The Bering Strait is a frozen throat (Cold)

33

The age of the sacrifice

The age of the sinking

I dredge the Atlantic for her hair

Zero degrees longitude

Prime meridian of the void

The Pacific is an open mouth (Feed it)

12

The count of the apostles who drowned

The Indian Ocean tastes like rust

I am looking for the catalyst

I am looking for Beatrix (Where is she?)

52

The frequency of the whale with no name (52)

52

The number of weeks she has been gone (52)

Repeat the ritual

Scrape the hull

Find the Muse in the silt

The Southern Sea is a wall of glass

90

Vertical descent into the black

No breath left in the tank

I see her in the Arctic pressure

Her eyes are two coins (Payment)

The search ends in the viscera

Seven seas

Seven wounds (Close them)