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and beneath it - all that crankling bells and whistlers no one hears an internal world shut out from curious inquisitive minds wanting to ponder: a sting ray decides a best option with barbs and all, the fisherman bled out, poisoned, chest collapsing he already carried sickness. the autopsy did not rule out foul play, some said it was his dying wish to find the fishes of fishes, others said he had already long been absent, the fisherman himself wrapped the weeds tightly around his flesh, pale skin refusing to tell lies that could be pried out, analyzed, reinterpreted, he had always been a simply man, it's the meanings that gets life hard. and the cold body preferred to bathe in stillness. it was a lot more quiet, than the arguments brought forth by family disputes on what actually happened or sudden friends who had never visited or once inquired till his departure. how frightening. how dismal. how impenetrable the bones that do not decompose, too much preservatives, they called it the body that never rots, with tourist still making comments on objective reality. there was something odd with that one - more ruses, more probes, more gestures when the days that passed, it seemed his body got lighter, his face took on a more natural color, some said his body moved when it was a full moon. i heard the wolves howling, they lined up one by one next to that dead-living body, making neither sound nor breath and yet it seemed: a chill in the bones, many felt it too, those villagers that lived nearby, like a speech that only bones understood - sometimes it is illogical in every way, the superstition, "it's backwards" and the wolves when they left the scene, i saw them take flight to the moon. the villagers who heard, the ones that were more keen to the whispers, felt deep within, their faces too got more humane, more alive, like something inside was igniting, could not be explained: such madness isn't it? and yet rationality has barely scratched the surface of miracles, the unexplained, the resurrection, we only live as if we actually know.