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poppies wept
swept between

the waves at
dawn over the

stone pier mist
increased I

ceased out from
the dune’s salt

tongue past the
creek its pale

waves dragging
rain froth and

downfall and
for a moment

passing through
his hunger-song

I heard a name
a monstrous

palindrome the
gulf’s firth a basin

shaman By then
I’d learned of the

Ampullae of
Lorenzini The

shark is a tune
a pychedelicacy

and you darling red
heart a mere morsel