In from the sea blows the gentle,
full of wet and etched in gray
wrenched by currents and duly tortured
aerial rivers ripped apart
churning and tethered between two poles
two lungs; the one expelling fowls and drizzle
the other; jelly fish and deep sea troves
Mirror, mirror dead set center
slants in the pupil of the one-eyed god
from where glows an emanation
in the forest that is dark
whereto flee scattered beings
to crooked brooks and mocking creeks
where I, worm and snake,
choose to abide in the garden of my mind
the garden of my delights
pay dirt, let it be...
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