little pencilled 'o' fish
circling mistakes
and calling themselves art
school sing in bubbles

no sham no pain
only bubbles
and the joy of of a wordless life

on paper, colorless,
the water is the nothing
sketched empty
and negative
where they swim

they turn, all as one
blur, one refraction
of the sunshine

they turn back, all as one
notion, one reflection
of the frenzy

little art 'o' fish, all lights
only real as the pencil and the pad
and the artificial light
from which they were born.

02/02/2011

Posted on 02/02/2011
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