Blue oxygen
What warps wood
& licks steel
to feathers. The ship
weds the water,
the beds of sailors
underneath, the shreds
of flags & disintegrating
rings of gold, of bone,
electrum. Even the Christ
of
the Abyss shall be
consumed; veil of Isis
beside the mount,
the eater of sins
inside the mouth.
Steady a ship on rough seas!
Generators, pipes, & equipment
do not exist here. Bring your valise.
We can predict everything you will need.
You are a part of me here, all around us,
the same matter of gulls and glass waters,
the white beach so graceful, the humanness
boat. Off we sing siren! These magazines &
rocks motionless fleshy portraits.
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