swimmer,
your creams
remain crosses
blood blacks years
of whitest cream
the white
of a dinner plate
arms the air
with landscape:
twelve borders
w i t h
nine numbers,
a nickel glance,
swimmer, for
that ivory piece
and words
and floors
to the sands
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