From the Depths of
	twisted intent
spills out our
	shimmering Dolphins

where we, the ones that Love them,
	are ourselves left deepened
within the strange waters
	of oblique misunderstanding

acknowledging only there
are those few whose sinister
	design deposits
us all on
the foreign shores of wide Deception.


If only Evil Itself
could sting and die
	like those gentle Dolphins

poisoned from the
identical hands they
	once surfaced with trust to meet

what horror their liquid eyes
	last saw, what

moment of crushing truth
	pierced their damaged
belief in human kindness

as they looked back in dazed wonder
	at the smile that beckoned them
to its
Veiled and murky Blackness


and met only their own
Extinction beneath the
	familiar gesturing Waves.

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