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skysea sliced by blade
honed to a slick edge by the god of knives
drawn across a bluegray scrim
sharp bloodless light
clean as a whistle
you might almost hear it whisper
but for its mystic stillness
more thought than thing
free of bone and gristle
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by Jim Culleny
8/3/16
photo by Terri Amig
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