• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 03
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You see me, poised-
swan's arms spread.

My back is bared,
knees, feet ready
to kick into the bay.

It is late but not too dark-
soon I'll be fluid again,
a liquid mineral in the sea.

Fish boy,
of human dynasty.

You, the scribe and three senobites
will witness my flight.

Perhaps, one day, I'll sail forever.