A high five-ku

I break with diction
To shoulder-pin tradition

They may well call me
I’ve the oddest affliction
To rhyme untimely

It’s all but slimy
Sea-sunken dereliction
Stalk-borne and grimy

I still sail the same
Under-bow through salt-friction
I’m drowned with no name

But just as fiction
I’ll arrive the way I came
A contradiction

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