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How would the man wearing a hat describe tidal waves of salt & coral-like branches of salt.

Flying carpets of salt & police made of salt. Fish made of salt.

How would he describe the zero stamped on his documents.

How would he describe the wooden chair outside the chamber of the committee.

How would he describe his favourite song from happier days.

Beneath obsidian moonlight magicians fall in love.

In moonlight orioles glide underwater.

In cold water narwhals reveal the depth of the abyss.

At the crumbling edge of the abyss zebras surround a whispering pearl.

The pearl whispers, ‘Go into the night, obsidian moonlight.’

Magicians fall in love.

The pearl whispers the names of the Four Horsemen.

The Four Horsemen harness the magnetic energy of whirring machinery.

Beneath whirring machinery oil drips into infinity.

How would the man wearing a hat describe catfish & ballet & airplanes in tidal waves of salt.

How would he describe infinity streaming through his eyes.

How would he describe vibrating like Medusa.

How would he describe the consequences of miscalculation to the committee.

Children drag baskets filled with papyrus scrolls while pretending to live in rectangular time.

In the landscape of infinity magicians fall in love.

In moonlight oracles glide underwater.

How would the man wearing a hat describe shadows beneath tidal waves of salt.

Coral-like branches of shadow & flying carpets of shadow. Police made of shadow & fish made of shadow.

The shadow of a zero stamped on his documents.

Beneath obsidian moonlight magicians fall in love.

I posted this as a rough first draft and have since made numerous revisions. There is always so much one can do with a poem. Though at some point one must simply accept what is and move on.