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Octophant Birthday

I saw some graffiti somewhere and tried to do some Van Gogh type thing.

I ain't got no sketches

Karcharias

Our predator

slips fluidly through Poseidon's realm.

An artful dodger, duplicitous, yet clearly dangerous.

As Icarus bathed in the Sun,

Phlebas the Phoenician saw this reflection

of camouflage from the torpedo's glare.

Oh! finally, those wax wings are done!

Propelling forward, subtle and rough

vision acute, although a doll's eyes.

He spots his victim

Pendulous in a place where clocks don't dare wander.

Icarus! Welcome home.