This love whispers
Through an ocean,
Lying wait,
That hasn’t formed yet.
Through the winter
Binding fishtales
To the creatures
Telling stories
Of the fishbones
I adore yet.
Of the fishes
And their wishes
Strung together
In a chorus –
Choral net
Between my fingers
Catching stars
On the horizon
As the insects
Try to warn us
We wouldn’t go there
Any wiser.
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