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this is my
what?
soul?
spirit?
whatever is left when mortal
coil burst the bonds
see
it going upward
but not necessarily
heavenwards
shaped
like a ray
a flounder
hake
ready for camouflage
against a wine-dark
backdrop
nonetheless it is
poised toward
the top of this element
beyond the surprise
of its brother fish
trying to accompany
it
and in line
with the tip
sharp like a lance
of what might be
a suspicion
of sun
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