That runs like a river
I am silt caught in an inclement and
Endless stream
Glimmering hues and silver scales
Flutter beneath me in a distorted haze of
Color they
Fly in the open wilderness
Navigating the terrain that is their
Home
Flashes of coral reef
Catch my wandering eyes
An ancient city constructed
Beneath Poseidon’s humble arms
We mine for astatine, thinking it gold
Searching for the archaic
metals buried deep beneath the surface
Of our life’s shallow stream
Bowing our heads in obedience
When we are caught,
Hook line and
S
I
N
K
E
R
And suffocated to death
Mere fish enraptured
All in the name of
Perfection
Spilled Ink 