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63 Ear a shell opens passing lips fizzling at lob level. Advancing water lisps sable curves on sand Words murmur syllables no longer words whizzled ashore flirt against the ear’s soft aperture magnified vowels bristle tunnel into dark chambers they coil inside the tiny scrolled nautilus low drumbeats over the anvil your small laughers tickle to love making. Nearing and touching our bodies surface continents downscale to their secret geography: oblong bay, estuaries, vaultlines. We close our eyes to the same blue insinuating sea become its rhythm outliving the space of this room sea into sea acute to the ear. ...

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