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When freshly caught
cleft beyond the eye
hung by the hamstrings from the beauty of machines

I often see parrot fishes
a mass of molten silver and sun baths galore
our approach corridor
after a road connected it to an azure sea

water like the blade which is a static force and does
and the song is wafted down sweeter and fainter
the weight of the volume of air
and so soars and sings until he fades from view
in a hydraulic cylinder and a series of pulleys

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