Along the angler- track
I herded the river bank
wishing to rinse my sins sincerely.
I looked into the delphinian blue
stonefully pale I slapped mud face to face
make the floor notice
but what I saw was ten centavo shingles
curdling in clusters oozing with mulch
spitted saliva to my dismay
when it stretched the fishes yawned
and volleyed its spit into my eye.
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