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KOI POND AT NIGHT
Woven with strands of black glass
And dashed with an inky fire
They spill, accidentally,
Across the canvas
Of some spirit of ebony skies
Droplets that are dashed away
With the flick of a hand, flick of a tail
This parchment of obsidian
Scattered with careless riches
Here the brush still lingers
Uncertain of whether to paint again
Whether to speak more syllables of light
With its golden tongue
Dripping sparks of silence
So they curl
Scales flashing in the depths
Beneath a creaseless, rippled surface
Swimming in the mirrored moon
They are calligraphy in fins
Red commas glittering,
Yearning to punctuate the night
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