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Slip Through
Brenda Mox
The world paints its prejudices
boldly across banners,
working it alchemy
on a kettle of tepid
and anxious minds
not disposed to tyranny,
just nourished by
worlds of misfortune.
Each hour passing horribly
measured in held breaths,
speculating, contemplating
silence under the sea.
Suspended in its water world
drifting
among purple trees
and coral forests,
waiting
to slip through
one world to the next.
A return to the fishes
leaving
the world of man,
where the ocean is
heaven
and all fishes angels,
whose arms wave wildly
in the sea wind.
Through the water
a cool pair of fins
turn to fierce crab claws of love,
and gasping mouths,
old as human dread
speak of the silent lips
lying
blue beneath the sea
from trying to drown
sorrows
till the damn things
learn to swim.
