71. ALIEN
velvet currents, silver bubbles
in the deep
below an amber water sky
!To stand on a pearl dust planet
A million miles below a certain
bobbing bow
Alone
Among a billion fleeting shapes,
Alien,
(darting silver daggers
gaping rusty discs
hacksaw wings
)
Here is death a quiet dream
(barracuda fins
puffs of red dark
devil teeth gleaming through)
the end of nothing.
Alien, I
among the shards of Eden!
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