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water column

mythical creature by accident of ordinary
and to think the other way around
born in the taste of salty sea air
freed
into a dream along
dancing sunlight on clear water
so would ragged and dark clouds drip
from a voice
turned away from oblivion
fooled to run in packs in cities swarming
to run to try to grab the handle
to jump to the moving steps
to feel the rails against my back
and hear the rumble as it is
the wayward drift of distance in mythology
wiped in my eye
of clattering rails and the smell of smoke
of roses
of rutting beasts biting
of bare feet in red tide
again I scrape myself and see
bruises through deepest water
pierced by the seabird’s cry the raven’s cry
over a heart still beating
muffled not under ghetto floorboards
nor roaring wheels
but under bluest fathoms
rocking rythmically

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