on one turtle's back. This weight might be kinder
And lighter than Teresea's guilt
which fills me-- in this case, I'm the vase
her eyelight looks out my eyeholes until
I can't see the horizan or even
the fire breathing atmosphere.
What I am trying to tell you is that its dark
out there. Don't mistake the yellow shoreline for
any species of salvation, it's a place where whales go to die.
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