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CONJURE

How did the synthesis

cross the abyss?

In a sentimental story

there is only one

of something:

one newborn,

one moment, one

“once,” embalmed

in myrrh.

All I want

is not to be

first on one side,

then the other,

but to conjure

a stream

of sounds and images

for which I am not

responsible.

and maneuver within it—

mouth and tail

one thought.

The sea, now full

of cannibal

jellies, blue

if the sky says so