in the sorrow
of my dark blue cave
a damp charcoal mermaid
the ripples of my tidal floor
antennas in rank and file
all flexing brain stem and golden claw
drum beats of a bone song
silk teardrops on the snake and cross
and their union
my kite to the forbidden
heights and depths
a knife on the grid line
a rip tide soul.
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