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catch/cry
turn prodigal in return
to the stand of mere mortal
where air is scarce
and breathing portentous
to continuity
dishes dockside
have anchors ashore
pacing piers
for suitable steering
where they rock
in restlessness and
hustle loosely
for small change
‘…there the flake fry’
and hallucinations dry
pegged to the streamline
that subsists through time
laundering paltry -
empathic by necessity
‘where anglers desist…’
evacuating consciousness
brings reward
in fleet-fuel flavours
disguised for less
than transitory passengers
but nothing extenuates
like the naked eye
once removed
from the socket
and left aside
not the hollow
strangeness in black-
rimmed remains
but the veined
life source and quell
harboured to court
in re-cycle, re-juvinate
redress
yet ever-welcome
to the alms of divinity
