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Aeronaut

Aeronaut

black and white geometric illustration of goldfish in a spiral pattern

Eyes were bait fish to be plucked near shore
and lifted into a luminous plume of net

but mine bit hard at the severe silver gleam –
liquified platinum in laminar flow. A tiny

crucifix of alloy shine, with a dull, low purr
and muffled rumble; its propeller spooling light

and spinning like a flaking tumbler of mercurial
glass pushing past tidelines at too slow a pace to

abandon its silken gather of anchor, calling to mind
how sudden descent often follows the weighted anguish

wayfarers carry, leaving us directionless, not knowing
what’s ahead or behind, sputtering through offshore

winds and slowly falling apart within an immense hollow
of blue ether just as we approach the deepest of waters.