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| the pain of self deception whispered of the gems and hearts that he had owned and bled in tasteless hunger that we could not satisfy with love. he fell: away from us, though the dolphins in the bay felt it first and shaped their ocean contrails into healing spirals for his need to swim in, insane to beauty ... he drowned: weighted down and chained to treasures he had stolen and been given his complex mind chose death, turning to the liquidheart waiting deep inside the waves for him. and now we: sit and look upon the ocean contrails left for us by dolphins ... |
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| *image: martin herbert |
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