Revision: Birth Day

I actually pulled two separate poems together to write this. I wanted to capture a certain tone, flow, and pace.
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Birth Day

The world's sonorous music calls
and within the insulation of a cocoon
waters swell and mature
tides that began before you or I recall
summoning a small din of calamity
blue coattails flying
breaths in rushes, heaves, spurts
words you'd never said before
contracts and promises and confessions
to any deity who will listen
seeking atonement or absolution
almost a restitution of sorts
broken by a cry taking breath, breathtaking
a slippery warmth like a fish
wriggling a dance you and I learned
so many years ago, a breath
which takes in all at once
love, misery, dream, deception, joy, being
with great devotion, the stuff of philosophers
a lease out of amniotic confinement
into this new world
a world with as many types of mermaids
as there are fish, mermaids who teem
in schools, flocks, fortunes
flitting from one island to another
driving down the street, attending schools
shopping at grocery stores
shedding fine little scales like dandruff
wading constellations across the sky
idling by the river, pole in hand, hook in mouth
lounging on New Year plates
mouths stuffed with Chinese fortune
darts and swords, jellies and mantas
plumes through the water
until we can't tell fish from mermaid
from baby, a magic that intoxicates and charms
teaches us that beauty of metamorphosis.