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All I know is the gripping of this world,

the briefest of hours and dreams.

We are the sublime and nude victims

of it, eroded as rock and filthy as the reef

we poured our oil and detritus into.

Spare my stirrings and solitude,

the rhythm of fear and the panting

of lizards. I don’t always seek

the hollow, bare thing or the chaotic

insomnia of the water here.

I could be unmoved resistance

and with all the humiliation of a drunk,

I might ordain nausea and the deluge

of your denial. The honeyed

glass of animal eyes is agony

but they are not past healing,

they wait for us and our pursuit

of greed to be undoing, death

and burning.

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