silica sorrow sycophancy stills steeling sun slivers
on the
ocean out or offend onbringers on oat one
long neck fellow, licking his lips
savory salty sap.
the still bay sees shimmering seas
nubby horns gnaw into his skull
each breath as incredible as the next. i don't use
the spying glasses
to peer into pertinent postulant psalms
bowed to the energy of the unlikely and timely universe.
we share space.
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