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the trumpet cloud
and metaphors
running string through
dead, divine hopes

the plate is so green
and breathing silhouettes
tracking gills
of liquid fishes

brown lips
and the boat pose for a sail
bewitched by colours
and wings-
mast
of Iphigenia

surreal fleet
so interstellar
floating down
a log
the shore
of music
naked wounded
sincerely
butterfly...