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fallen fight, still a fighter or damned soul no longer mercy bound? the fool claims gluttony gone when his stomach is full, then the hunger comes the next day, it becomes a roll of the dice as narrations change with friends at dinner, making gifts when congratulation is due. the day starts up harsh, eases up like waves receding when the hurricane finally relents, when leviathan no longer thrashes about, the sea king gives mercy to those who serve though it is hard to fathom if loyal subjects held back the moon, for surely he has no influence there! aha, the poet cried, a muse he plucked a flower from the jaded sun having to rise each morning, even when it is the same old journey: circling about, orbiting, eyeing, prying into every action made, the bulb lights up in one man's head as he woke up from a nightmare of leviathan chasing him, pulling him down the depths of the sea and he rather not remember it was another bout of eating too much. another swearing, another promise, another agreement of sorts to stay out of trouble then the moon whispers to a heart longing for release from the daily walk of have to. i've changed said the man to the robot when bites no longer slice up meat, i've become a vegetarian, a lover of animals, a nudge came about when waves threaten to knock him off his feet, finding nothing below, kicking away at air that piece of meat let go and he wailed when teeth grew back. take that you filthy animal, he cried and lamented on youthful days gone down like his shit rushing into the pipes of airway blocked while the sun continues to watch the spectacle of a man humiliating himself. change, the wise man asked? of what, of a fighter or damnation, or who, or place even said the sea king who finally rid himself off all the water and shook the flailing man from his dreams. wake up, wake up son the doctor said when at last it has become quite apparent that moon, sun, leviathan had all gone hiding back from whence they came from with a good dose of medicine, the man said good nite.