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You got this trapped
inside what is roaming
around, bouncing.
Clawing at, emptiness
you found.

What is not seen
as in an illusion 
you cast from what
goes into an ocean

that depth.
What grows
like a secret
a cipher to 
your hands.

When you unlock 
the black box
in your head,
that you
are seeing
the fish swimming.
The moon rising.

You are part of this
experiment gone bad.
With arms and legs
kicking out; quaranteened.

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