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Somewhere along
the eroded edge of a drowned volcano
I passed by a pond
swimming with dreams
miraculous
pigmented flashes of light and dark
muscle under the scales
that should have been feathers
you fly
if only for 3 or 4 seconds of pure longing --
I fly
with you in my shadows
my fears, my failures
confined to grim swimming
except when we leap
flying fish
a pond,
teaming with dreams
reflected
in a drowned volcano
becomes flesh
and fire