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Tiny amphibian souls dissolving into fine morning mist.

Everyone absorbed in screens, missing the smoking bread entirely.

Hands in dark earth, water rises to meet the sky.

A shrimp-headed general stands in a boat with creatures.

Seaflesh commands the crossing, stars and banners trembling.

Man eats eyeballs while creature offers more on platter.

The self blooms twice, tender and unasked.

Doctor examines giant worm-creature wearing a top hat.

Even the sun showed up with cartoon enthusiasm.

Tickle me Stalin

Childhood hands cradle the weight of civilization's end

Even flies, it turns out, prefer staying in.

A man in a suit stands near two ducks.

Fish therapist sprays doctor, fish cult worships him.

Strange souls gather where judgment quietly waits.

Giant fish sits in therapist's office on armchair.