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before the day constitutes itself and yet
men of fish could be found still my camera looks back at me
cut in half the question is marked it could not care for polaroid
wading and waiting in the arch of his back nor real
in the water whence will the water weep it frames the frame’s frame
my father was such a fishman in letting one of its own escape white on white
once upon a beach the could I help but ask
when this photo was taken edge in the question of my father
and given of its deep how our people
his weight not in frame once fathomed
but beyond my father taught me cutting the ocean
there where his hands are reeling never turn your back on the sea in godly service
in elongation of himself if more of it you wish to see and devotion
his interlocutor out of sight if more of it you wish to free look
and out of the camera’s might the silhouette is black

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