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away and out on the plane
farther than the reach of shadows
harbors where mosquitos
slows and ejects bloods flows

rolling down river
emollience in shallow
scudding along on sand
solving ripples
and other mysteries
yet perplexed
by the plethora
of fish set before
the king's dead throne
who hasn't caught a bite
like me a subject

to the black flies