the white fish swam silently

through the sea of my dreams

silvery scales glittering in the moon beams

gleaming softly on the water

strange sights the fish brought before me

shifting sharply into shapes and faces

familiar yet frighteningly foreign

fantastic in their fiendish grotesquerie

giants grinning madly like gargoyles adorning

the waterspouts of wishes washed ashore

on the wasteland isle where women rule

religiously the relics of fossilized fishes

every incongruous entity ever known to me

floated freely through the ether of Lethe

as the monster of surrealism slowly dissolved

leaving only the fish swiming silently out to sea