Blistering the water
That's a bomb in the eye
Of higher interests
The fog ceiling sent its petty Mistress
to guide
But She died
Sharks are tears tearing at her face
Splitting open new waters
Crisp about them; brisk gait
And still transmutation doesn't sate
The sulk of saltwater thirst
Red breaks on the waves
As the sun sets on silky days
Slipping undertide
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