adult swim
this blue morning the small school alights
in the machination of its long branded lanes
and it is lavish in its whitewater and inconstant
and easing in its effortless cutting it is
cleansed and this is the intent of the medium
but the water does not neutralize their signatures
as these are film that is discarded in the arches
and the swells and in the pendulum swings
their pruned fingers print on the tiles a lean
propelling reach from containment and from origin
they are a long mute time from gills and content
in nipples and coarse hairs and in the pointed
incisors anchored in the open grope of their mouthing
they have come to be fiends so long without predators
alone there and some together there in the coil
of the lane markers their cap skin tight to their skulls
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