Seas of tiny—even infantile shelters scarred
With glitter—
And over them, a movie theatre,
Revealing the apexes and labyrinths of coral—
The moon,
A projector of stolen light—casting over
Hidden bicycles
And mermaids colored by the apertures of water:
Night-dreaming of boys in a high school
They will never have to attending—languishing,
Unfortunately serendipitous
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