by Derek Adams
memory, where false embraces
the light of fusion.) Alert faces
hang mechanical in the absent blue.
The banks hide themselves, wither into the invisible opening of the water until what is blue carries them out
beyond foam-swirling desires rolling the undertow, beyond spires of finger-waggling multicolour-reefs,
beyond the dark eye-holes of upturned rusting skulls. Between light’s beam and depth’s dark:
words, thoughts, could disappear
anonymous, as I don the clear
blue-flashing skin of the shoal.
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