Frogs
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telescopic texts (avec "?") (11/x)
dilated pools, star-gazed — surrender pinkly
to phobia of frogs. if you dismember
those bracing, faceless bodies — lost in love
their coiling gyres, desiring — helixing
directions — inward, home. or intervene
against the skyward cough — raw, gaping need
to swallow more — when pollywog is strung
by lunar air. ritual drowning of gills,
suffering insurgency — the gulping word,
fata Morgana flooding Camelot —
is twinned ecstasy of triple betrayal.
for swimmers' lust, the sea is all. and still —
her cries are not for us, alone — we hone
the bluest chord of velvet-driven reverberation.
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selamat purnama 🌕