- yOYO-7ta
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-
E
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L
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T
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