INTO ITS ENTRAPMENT
THE FISH IN ITS ENCLOSURE
COULD NOT HAVE SWAM ANY DEEPER
WITH REGRET NOT
ERGO
IT OUGHT STILL TO SWIM STRAIGHT
HOWEVER WHICH WAY
ITS FINS, FLAPPING
DECIDE TO FLIP AGAINST
THE WATERS HOUSING WORRYING
WARMTH
WHEREIN
FEROCIOUSLY SURFACING
FLAWS THAT
DO BREW
BUBBLES PEBBLING
THE PRISTINE MIRROR
FAÇADE OF A SCENERY
FORGED PEACEFULLY
BY ITS PARTICIPANTS’ POSITIONINGS
APPEARING ASSEMBLED VOLUNTARILY, ANYWAY
THE PROTAGONIST
SWIMMING WHOSE FIN
SINGULARLY
SLICES THE AIR
IF IT SO WISHES
COULD FIDDLE WITH THE FINGERS OF BYSTANDERS
INSIDE ITS MOUTH
WHO REMAIN JUST AS
THE:
ONLOOKERS,
ONLOOKING,
WONDERING
ALL ALONE, AWAY THEMSELVES
WHAT ON EARTH
BREATHES BELOW
THEIR REFLECTION BEYOND
