In river towns, they balance sludge.
Then there’s this other innovation: scissors
subdividing floods, a kind of folksy miner’s trick
imitated by seamstresses working on gold tables
and snipping cloth all the way till they strike
gold, and all the kids swap necklaces, and the odd
number hears it: the relevant boo.
Always some poor little sucker loses out...
All the snickers drowned after dark.
I understood that chimeras are designed
to keep beasts retinal, to keep them
plausibly undulating below the water’s skin,
though some biologist will always try
to wake the data again.
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