toes crack,
splash hooves
vines to veins,
algae to arteries.
lay your mane down in pond scum
let shadows displace thoughts—
hair grows over
where bones break
and rot your body lovely,
devour nights and days,
lie under tepid ripples
eyes shining golden
lips dripping eons,
teeth bared moonward.
let me take your hoof your hand
and swim once
and sink last.
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