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estuary under rib 

costal cartilage cradles 

elusive arcane sentiment

breaking currents, anchoring

shrines of sharp-smile 

skyward-palmed sandbar

of skyline, surrendered

unto only sometimes 

crafting magpie stash

of molten cold-eye,

weapons cache 

of collected carrion, 

preserved in time —

sweet, and mine

hawks and kites

howl and wait and witness

i hunger, barren

by design, bordering 

Kingdom, nailed up high

called to sink 

into the still-here

composite, compressed

Written, unwritten and remade

by hands that touch hem 

merely apocryphal —

the Book of Doorways,

brackish, brined

leads nowhere, yet

i kneel.