At moon high tide
I run off the end of the silvered dock
Phosphorous confounds inverted eyes
wanting to grasp something more
than air can offer
to sustain this body sinking
into black mollusk mud
and transparent jelly fish.
(c) 1985 – Jessan Dunn (DeCredico) Otis
Jessan Dunn Otis|Writer 
Mine heart mine heart sores to the realm of poetry, Where the word is the world, and the world is the receiver, you’ve loaded us with wonder cocked us with anticipation and shot with mystery, you can be anything and still be the word.
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Thank you, John. Many blessings. ~ Jessan
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