We will now go in sea’s mouth
Where sea eats  sky’s horizon
And sun when he comes later.

Sea has gaping demon mouth
In which a poetry’s truth goes
Along with lake’s tenderness .

All the while boats probe sea
For bodies, live bodies of fish
They eat to get bodies going.

Poetic truth lies in sea’s myth.
The poet enters   sea’s mouth
To come out with  half-truth

Like the squishy half-formed
Pearl lying dead in an oyster
For crow to pick up to its sky.

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