Oh Him?
Last I saw he was sitting by the side of
a stream , picking bulrushes to swish at flies
ripples pushing out as He pulled them from
their watery anchor;
 almost hypnotizing in their languid movements,
reminding Him terribly of
rippling flesh and roiling sheened skins

Ponders a moment
lost in Thought

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