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running, the snow’s metallic squelch / the air
a biting slobber of fermented shark / running
out of fur
and land.
ii
on volcanic seamounts
in the bioluminescence of the bone-house
*scale worms fight for the sky candle*
shimmering scales
of sequined armor
hang, ragged
& torn
like Grendel’s arm
as ancient mariners
dig through root cellars
blind as bats.
*is this a saga?
iii
your transparent skull
giant eye cast heavenward
suckers, tips, suction
/~~~~~~~
bummock keel the bruised dregs.
iv
My runic body casts no shadow / Have I outfoxed the sun?
