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A jellyfish squirms by Oedipal as meringue You are far out to sea A stone pier defiant The alarm shakes like a buoy The bell almost insignificant A cello ha-haroooms Clears her hopeful chest Sidles to the fronds of lace A deepwater fish She can With a clawed-shell fist Glass-cold and pressed To jaw and brow Deep and slow as galaxies Almost hear The dorsal hum In the heaved dark, wandering A sound as bright and lost As a beacon
The sea eats glass Til glass itself In repose, reflection Far in the swathe Of polished rip Arm upraised Decrying buoyancy I am fastly turning There are thousands Gulled in lines Eating waffle cones On the esplanade Loudly squawking Laved in oil (Or made filthy by) As if the fatted ungulate In herb and festal truss Prepared itself for sacrifice The sea swallows them up Returns most Turns some Into nubs of glass Lost in gristling sands Small and bright as jellyfish Dying in the oil and ice-cream air Now, far out to sea I start dissolving
