For the image of the pitiful child,
Now this world, novel, blows in -
For the strafing of the friable mind,
Archives of a mothballed life -
Each heart expecting
With eyes.
Each decade of the laughing eyes
Grows with longing, sailing time;
Ocean full of fish eyes -
Pooled, outsized. No regret
For YOUR slippery future.
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