Lying on a floating block a nameless pier
I investigated the rays moving underneath
It looked like bait but hunger was universal
An uncertain philosophy
Yellowish meat should have been chicken
but wasn't
The line slowly slipped into the water
I lifted my legs
afraid something might bite
The line was running faster
almost no time to set the bait
before it disappeared,
luring some poor fish
The waters were so abundant
As if there were no predators
I slip beneath the surface
and become the shark
Tropical fish
swimming inside irony
an aquarium
uncertain philosophy
Always swimming
putting on a show
then escaping a million schools
while the fish swim up
Tickling their desires
the salt water had to be perfect
in an imperfect world
one moment bitter with silence
the next overwhelmed by noise
Colors flashing on their bodies
Grace moving through the water of fame
The appeal from outside
The call from within
What a reef
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