Raw, the very idea is idealistically
the quirky dreamer. Who fills
my laboratory with snippets. Mad
could-be-somethings, overflow
the rim. Of seeming possibility,
I’m so fond. Swan-diving off
of knowing. Not to laugh when breaking
its surface. May take my teeth,
sacrificed. To her silent, naked body
down below. Her ripples mesmerize
the soluble. She draws toward peril
those who dare. The hidden to seek
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