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The invisible eye
Looked from the stars
And he saw
Tiny little specks
Cast lines like
Shooting webs from
Their soul spinnerets
Between the stars and waves
Shimmering like sea-salt ice cream
Unfazed and sweating in
The cool breeze of the silver moon
Hard labor beating on
Their back and brows



-and he descended to talk to one of them-

















-but instead he just began to listen-



(Old fisherman leaning by the cold wind
not knowingly talking to someone real)

"Hey bud, sometimes i really dont know why i fish"



"Maybe because i fish for my past or the fires of my youth"



"I know it doesnt really put food in my stomach"



"Nor put money in my pockets"



"But i guess it keeps me warm at night"

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"Poverty is like punishment for a crime you didn't commit.
And one never really forgets either ---
everything serves as a constant reminder of it."

~ Eli Khamarov