***
„We rested beyond the welded, fenced peninsula,
With frosted baby bites filtering the harbormaster’s voice,
Within the city of sound,
The pollination beyond interrogation,
In life’s haphazard wizardry.
In a sense, periodically dense carcasses
Shine light upon the backdrop,
Themselves so drained of color and sight.”
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