the Sea
her depths
wash out of the green
to constitute
a firmament of
jellyfish
inexact
unspoken
wobbly
uncatalogued
drawn off the balance of
good will
unaccounted for
in waves
in rolls
pretty coins
ripped open
swaying in the
tide
the amplification
of which
throws off
any and all
of what we thought we
ever knew about
anything
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