Faded Deep Sea Fish Without Eyes
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The compulsion to survive is a hindrance in disguise I am a witness to this body; I ear witness to it; I am its anonymous witness I follow its codes of conduct, its jerky leaps of pranks The sum of its organs is my perception of them, but perception is a reflex in a seagull's eye high above the lighthouse cliff The Eastern haiku moon rests without choice high on the firmament The organs gather in a collective effort within my hypothetical abode, in pearl after pearl in the night's passage through the ocean's banquet of hulls; Titanic a sumptuous twelve-course communion; the moon forever narcissistic in the surface high above; time measured in oxygen atoms in a meticulously sealed coffin where everything, as it should, ceases, on an underwater stage in the world's gaze; five detached from the world on a circumnavigation out of time, journeying through the cold humidity of misfortune in a stench of vomit, urine and feces; $250,000 per person The thoughts that roam are faded deep-sea fish without eyes © Ingvar Loco Nordin 2023
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