splashwho is Aristotle in a lagoon in a bath of mercury
in a hat sipping squid wine sloe squid wine
how remarkable his cruelty his unknowing
his peace and frailty he turns a rubik sphere
he laughs a little at the blood on his lips the squirm
of sea creatures all of it the advance of city states
he feels the peace the pastoral melt the lilt and loll
of the sunlight and the gentle lap of the non-tidal
stretch and reach the shallow emphatic emptying
of his head into his hat of sussuration
however elevated the food enters and does not leave
all of it crop-bound in things of light and only in light its splash
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