#dwindling

Fuck’s sake.

There's my Bayou shark, requiem, nimble

through swamp and misty fen. I've seen her twist,

turn and sashay away. A wolfish girdle

flitting through cypress bogs. When frost and mist

cake this lake, though, I can find no old souls;

just ice flows and shadows. I got conjure

and shine but as this wintertide gale rolls

through mud and bone I find my warm water

guide is blind. She cannot find me. Iced lakes.

Sightless seers. Gods fade in this pallid

polar light. Dwindling surf's boom. What can

a shark haunting the Gulf know of frost's ache?

Nothing good throbs under my closed eyelids

As the candle dwindles down

And down

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Eternity may dwindle,