Or would you rather be a fish?

The smoke befogs my brain

A stone hits the surface of the water

and the images become distorted replicates of their original

form

the sunlight slowly

fades

the nameless day

passes

then night falls

into a different sphere of

sappy pinks

in

swampy puddles

happily he greets me

the small blue fish

waving his elegant

shiny bright flappers

proudly protecting

his empire

a round bowl

that could fit a man's head

holds the holy water

where my thoughts float loosely

in dreary

chicken broth

a sick day's

alphabet soup

piecing together words

fever delusions

slowly spooning up

R-

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