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No laughs and no apologies The door was left ajar “You may assist yourself at the mezzanine.” girls cascade as men pose strategically in shark skin suits like swimming tessellations corners fit against corners bait fish schools Moving in murmurations No one ever looks up at the ocean top glass ceiling Their eyes are aimed downwards waiting to see a massive shadow rising up from the sea floor No one knows what goes on down there down where the sand is so cold, where the flesh of the bait fish drift and the ***** pick at remnants on whale bones.
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 2:47 PM UTC
The Mezzanine
No laughs and no apologies The door was left ajar “You may assist yourself at the mezzanine.” girls cascade as men pose strategically in shark skin suits like swimming tessellations corners fit against corners bait fish schools Moving in murmurations No one ever looks up at the ocean top glass ceiling Their eyes are aimed downwards waiting to see a massive shadow rising up from the sea floor No one knows what goes on down there down where the sand is so cold, where the flesh of the bait fish drift and the ***** pick at remnants on whale bones.
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 2:47 PM UTC
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