Salman Eggs
A skene of miracles drifting downstream
through golden-eyed kings
into the gritty mouth of hungry.
Breaking away one by one
unrecognized in the coral of living.
Suffocated by the silt of greed
refreshed by the heart of the giving.
Constellation of miracles burning bright
through time and damnation of dream
in the face of spirits twisted blind.
Floating ashtray
into black holes of decay.
on the edge the fishermen cast
into what was pure,
now turned into trash...
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