Hell, between the eyes, behind the visor, on a catamaran crewed by two,
sargassum flourishing, still.
Paranoid by vector proxy, attaining false light, bream, green-bronze deep,
roots and bloodlines, binary.
Sorcery, tongues, AIDS, Nazi comedies, fusing twins with whimsy, bedecked
faith, wreathed in catastrophe.
In an age of stasis, caught beneath heft of duty and aspiration, anemic whales
keep the sea level high by staying under.
Plankton and nekton, flotsam and jetsam, the scare you brought with infection,
all dead herrings lapping the gravel shore, putrefaction.
The walls drove out further to protect the cutaneous consumption, bad history,
unnecessary appendectomy, vermiform abscess, dull moaning.
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