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The sirens cut cloud from leather
dolphin blood playing at the foot of a slide
stem duct at the bottom of your mind
trying like an embryo

Monitors have forked tongues which branches
grow in whorls around
from the living rock, straight to radio or television
which dangles a wormlike structure, the attack
of its inner wing to vortex behind each
thrown about in the eddies, thus air creates
an enlarging spiral and the golden eagle,
in which the upward sweep of beauty and the surf
only one star was visible