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Gerald Seahorse
finally
in the aging of the dawn of Aquarius
gives birth
spines umbrella'd
this bouyant brigade of seafoal
tentatively carousel
with rain envious up Urchin Forest
and the black craving heart of the sun
fulfilling its eclipse
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