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
