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Emerging
The net,
deep trawl drawn,
rises rolling over a
ticking clocking
capstan.
Morning
(dark warm
birth warm)
tears the mesh
spilling dream-thoughts
into wakefulness
save one I held,
then let free
as it delivered up
a faint green light
as would a dorsal fin
cutting through
a phosphorous
sea.
by Tom Greggs
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