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the far out bar at the end of the ocean

white water-spinned blue glass perfectly piped earthworm

rolling, precision math circle, wet dolphin - smooth

dolphin - rich, cylinder cycle. later blue-grey

is the new sunset on my lap, in my eyes

my beers are colder than the ocean, clearer

than the sky, the air umbrella filled with

waitresses and their bright green nails

under stars or on them.

sparkling new planets. they rejoice like hymns;

dignified pearls' patina.

plural me, my many

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