Wednesday 24 November 2021

THE FINALE, OR FIN

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

FAƇADE 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