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Dead Fish
Too long among the shadows Leads one to doubt their form. Comparisons are muddled at best. Distorted figurines of faith
Over exaggerated
Start to sound like truth
When stretched.
The mud was suitable for hiding
Buried among denied existence
Universes we’d rather not confront Ecosystems dangerously tethered to our own, Thriving in spite of our best efforts
To smother worlds
We never bothered to learn Need no air to guarantee life.
Shutting down
The only light
Dead stardust dancing
Behind open eyes that will not see The body becomes host Habitation
Organic
Sustainable
Mutation
We barter our existence
Based on the weight of dead fish In the barrel.
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