Testing the water.
Welled brackish recess of my eye
lashes pulled through pooling
tears – blowing butterfly kisses
of a fish dying on it’s side
pectoral fin’s fluttering decrescendo
hinting at the lilt of devastation.
Transferring to the hilt of
the source of this fidelity; mannish goy sent
packing spanish philter’s awkward absence.

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