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Assumption of poverty brown


Washed-up
and out
his smell
adrift. Driftwood

becomes as nothing
dry breathing sticks
an oddity
kicked over in salt and sand.

Yet, unseen,
now he conducts
the waves
downwind.

Now a bin bag
(he) flaps dumbly
around a
Plinth to Dias.




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