by Emma Ambos
counter-weight
to be-rosed thought
cooled lookouts
like gourds they
bored lidded-
turnkey and giggle
like maracas
decalcified and darkended
the winding bottom on an Atoll
where the eels slide-
eyed and the fish shiver
with winding halfsight
into a peninsula of mind
conical formed
a fearless bundle of his
to shut them
would make you
cadaverous
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