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I Came to the City.

a full vial of encounter
fierce mistletoe ultion
the skin-knuckle napkin
annuls hovering bullseye
storylike elixir
Jericho graffiti
fetid will to injure
tourbillon effigy
the wrong cipher, center

We should have stopped right there.

"Here the coelacanth awaited us in a large trellis-work cage that was hauled up from the depths. I observed its slow and measured movements, its primitive appearance, its sharp hooked teeth. Most of all I was conscious of its eyes. Definitely not your usual opaque fish eyes. These were alert, watching, waiting. The eyes of a predator, the eyes of man's ancestor." —Edwin Morrisby, Unpackaged Tours (1988)

Phantom tailfin.