Us Sponges, We Are Not Our Bodies

Does the Sea Suffuse... Does the Sea Perfuse... the sponge? Slipping, sidling in: the Great Outbreath of the far forgot shore; so small now as to be Unimaginable, upwells in swells the Entirety of this sea - and heaves these easy seas from shore to shore as sure as the moon’s dim light is gasped over when its wax is over - when full; when only moonlight lights the matte blacknight. Does the Sea, enter, entirely, the sponge and, in doing so forget itself? Does the Sea, in its Perfusion forget itself? Does the Sea believe itself to be a sponge? Or does the see, take up a demonym? Or does the Sea remain the Sea no matter no matter no matter how fully it inhabits, it saturates, it permeates the Sponge? For that matter, does the sponge, in being infilled wholly by the Sea, believe itself to be The Sea?