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Aubade on the Dead Sea

Eric Sun '23

each syllable strung stomach-up to

float. i graze their asymptote—sky-kissed


& supersaturated within gradients of

purple-white. where i’m from, white


colors death. so i stir-up bone silt & realize

it’s cataracted of mollusks. pity. this brine


reeks sterile surgery & iv drip anyways. then

i imagine—a warmer kind of syntax, something


still alive. i look up through the cenote

spotlight where canopies green over


limestone rims. a silence transcribes through

serpent-glyph & aztec ruin. i glide like a pyramid


reflected across each dimension of a feline

iris. layer by layer, pickling in ocean jars.

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