give me that luminescent love
all squirming, mindless affection
like jellyfish in a lake
that cannot sting, it
is not in their nature,
floating beneath the surface
brighter than the sunset of
a thousand Chinese lanterns
every time i kick, they
are there, spinning out into
the water-logged void of centuries
trapped from the ocean
left only to themselves and
one ancient fish
until a stranger climbed a mountain
and dipped his fins into
the water’s edge
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