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BLESSING

Space Line

Ebb and Flow

unpredictable current that has

thrust upon smooth-shores

a shimmering, firm-fleshed marlin.

How well treated by god!

And how painful the glare—light off impenetrable mirror-skin.

Space Line

Soon, muscled, estactic writhing

propels back into ink-waters

molasses-dense, impenetrable as void.