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Makes a wager on the reservoir's surfeit

                       Bridge or at least that

                                                               golden overarch

                       barque,barque, barque

                                                                     What is a body but in excess
                                                                     of truth

Tossing and turning on an eponymous sea
Overhead
                                                This constellation a neck bent double to gaze

                                                --must be an ethics of immobility--

                                                Head bowed only
                                                                     to avoid being doused in the season's wet

There must be a location in hand

                                                                                            who weans

tied together by melody however faltering avers liquid fate and the throat
makes its real noise a reality so at sea the ribs of the raft respiring

 

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