Dark without abounding
I am with flounder lounging
Dark within, founded in my foundling heart
Black as a foundry chimney’s throat and windpipe.
Shark sighted from below
Idiot’s rendering of an angel
Strange, stumped, pale, crippled
Ill-equipped to ferry heavenly missives to trickster mankind.
Seen from where I am
In the damless places
My Atlantean vantage
Where Krakens and cracked galleons
Smashed galleys, triremes torn to timbers by a wide-eyed ramming prow
Or by a Roman corvus like a spined claw opening as an eagle soars
Downward, prey frozen by awe a moment
Too slow to paw, single second’s pause enough
Swift, claws stuffing into a flank
A shark as I spy it, undersided
Like a seal struck through by scythes.
Alchemisland 
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