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Before this, we had a scene in mind and forgot our bodies there

We had been thinking in opposites anyway:

Five arctic hares swim the night meltwater

Sun burns sea level and we go above on boats

We saw only the radiant brains of distant wave-carved ice

When the people rush to one side of the deck

There’s more skin underwater than anywhere else

Once all water hung in a cloud above us

We tick off stars until they drop sorry out of sight

Into schools oceaning through us as if we don’t exist

The city’s lights glare up hard:

Our first heaven held under, that we may grow asunder

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