White funeral:
Self to death-
Death to that deadly
Personal pronoun that
Rhymes not with me,
Or YOO, or Them, but
One of the two orbs by
Which we dimly
C.
Death to that cursed
Fish
That swims, always,
Always alone. By it
Self.
Hell, fish?
Sel fish.
Somebody ring the bell,
Fish.
White funeral.
Shed the skin.
Death, decay, diseased!
Shake it OFF.
Let the Old Man
Who lives as the gleam
Of our "I"s
Selfish swim
Alone in an aquarium
Sea of variety, seeing
None but their own
Reflection in the much
Much bigger eyes of
Prey opening eating
Swallowing little
Selfish whole.
Why did the little
Fishy die?
Because it thought it was
The lonely fish in the sea.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
White funeral:
Self to death-
Death to that deadly
Personal pronoun that
Rhymes not with me,
Or YOO, or Them, but
One of the two orbs by
Which we dimly
C.
Death to that cursed
Fish
That swims, always,
Always alone. By it
Self.
Hell, fish?
Sel fish.
Somebody ring the bell,
Fish.
White funeral.
Shed the skin.
Death, decay, diseased!
Shake it OFF.
Let the Old Man
Who lives as the gleam
Of our "I"s
Selfish swim
Alone in an aquarium
Sea of variety, seeing
None but their own
Reflection in the much
Much bigger eyes of
Prey opening eating
Swallowing little
Selfish whole.
Why did the little
Fishy die?
Because it thought it was
The lonely fish in the sea.
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