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Dark blue (green) of the sea
      beneath a stainless steel sky and
I’m feeling eventual behind dark
      sunglasses waiting for your
violin solo to pierce the tide
      where even now the stained glass
shatters on rocks older than the
      survival instinct Mexico
disguised as Japan swimming
      closer than the gull-wing mist
that tips your eyes it’s true you’re
      already counting the stars
& I’m whatever reaches back across
      the moist shadow of your breath