And sterile seeming nauticals
Come streaming to the tubular
When nodes believe the negative
And steam makes molds of rebar
Like sweeping beams of corded wood
And happy dreams of doom
Some sandwich barriers sand the islands
Or twitch bread link the shark’s beard
I leave this shoal a bannered tile
A dash of berry brainy noodles
To serve the severed tides, like these
Unhammered nails, unmasted vessels
Break upon the doorsteps in delirious slips
Sinking down to the stumps and treasure.
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