Blur, static, frantic action
Antony’s legs flapping after Actium
Stalking shark phantoms wearing Octavian’s smile
Sea clown, how cowish seen below yet given a torturer’s soul.
Mired, wading happily in Verne dreams
Through the aspic of the sea
Staring upward, sharks moving ceaselessly
Untiring conveyor of rage and teeth
From this angle leant almost comic aspect
Like rudimentary angel drawings
Eyes and mouth rutting kingdoms destined to invade
Housed on opposite plains of the face
In visage then a Janus and in visiting a Jove
Nursing blood cravings as taint vampires from good men to greylings
Faint and appalling, trailing centuries in dogged step.
Alchemisland 
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