i find this edgy. the optimum
investment in word, maturing in division
and excitement, crimson and red.
a weathered sportsman knows
the time damp moss is flirtatious,
desperation fragrant.
this is the time of Ulysses
his run on the waters.
fish,
living fish
worthy of the line,
fight him this hour. fish
strutting struggle, those
a danger to the net
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