fins of fish,
bone
scrimshaw
waxen apparitions
left
daunted
in ink-
water,
leavened bronzes
polarized
the eye’s
tromp l’oeil
flanking the roe
at high tide--
a barium froth
spurts
foam, this sea
between horizon
blurred
no home
the curtain drawn
upon
ashes, all
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nice!
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