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Waving a glint reflection in the unnamed color

in Her iris, they call me Jezebel in the Age of Interwebs.  I am

the one                        here for dogs,                         for Untouchables. 

                                                              ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I am from

all the traditions and not a part of any.  I’m the ache

in the dawn eager to meet its day

transforming every aware person to a conduit of thought

and compulsion, until the dogs come for me. Poseidon

knew that he was facing a pure loving creature tortured

by the dying animal tied to her every

word like a string keeping her from sleep.  It was more

than he could take in among the sound of personal,

handheld devices.  The harder he looked for her

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