Bath of Saltwater

My mixture overflows
Its own hypotheses.

Sinking glass,
Better one than an
Oscillation
Of redundancy.

Without a closed
Circuit,
I follow
Two-headed demonic consuls.

So, in my digression;
Parked
As one whose ulterior
Has become anemic, I go.

Into depths unknown
To man or little gods with little ‘g’s.

So say we all.

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