Tan Lines

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.
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HERE is a dry
hot
spot
of
sand
land
on which to undutifully lie.

HERE is a quiet orgy of mini–stoned
redundance;
little
upon
little
abundance
to stickstick on (a blanket for your bones)

with sweatskin glue
baring;
Staring
at s(h)ea creatures in the ogling sun,
ogling sun glaring
staring
staring at you

a gleaming distance from changeless
motion:
The moaning
monotonous tone of
folding
ocean
THERE is Shiviverfulness.