[it starts like this: shock sullying the surface]


it starts like this: shock sullying the surface. mud clings
to bird feet, to toad tongue: already pinned the unfortunate.

sticky blackness in blackness hides under rocks
and snatches passing ants, kidnapper of industry.

mushroom light in the distance: the swamp will swallow
unrecognizable after a month of inexorable loneliness.

souls hang in damp mist that has never seen open sky:
we alight on water like dragonflies destined for jewelry.

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