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A Few Licks Because I am lucky, I'm a glutton for sea punishment this summer: for the discipline of the current backlash, bondage of the temporary. Underwater every air is heavy, every somersault a motion slowed. The sun's a warp, aware as any sidewise eye with fins. I sink past reckon's isle and past the lace of debt and shell of work, wreck of pleasures. Under pressure I cannot tell green from blacking out, or greed from sacrifice, from kisser killer, sense from sense. The vessels lie inside and out, belying interface. The eye directly feels, filled with how it looks. I dive to prove this place, to know how deep in my luck is the loving hook. 101 ...

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