THE FISH
There is a fish
that stitches
the inner water
and the outer water together.
Bastes them
with its gold body’s flowing.
A heavy thread
follows that transparent river,
secures it –
the broad world we make daily,
daily give ourselves to.
Neither imagined
nor unimagined,
neither winged nor finned,
we walk the luminous seam.
Knot it.
Flow back into the open gills.
'. . . How much memory can you sell me? I want it all, asleep and awake, at the light
touch of a finger. . . '
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