FishA Poem by AGDare I bite off a chunk of my flesh To savor clandestine sense of being Underneath the dermis that obscures it So I may live a fulfilling existence?
Where does this fleck of life find A vindicating home in a substantial plethora? It is a curiosity that breathes grostequely. Define me, twist me, throw me very far.
My orifice has yet been filled With liquid purpose, I contain desires. Rendering me nonreactive and torpid Amongst the tubes that lay in Fate's inventory.
A rose is more a rose of essence When blood is sent a-soaring from men who covet it. From their veins, out their wounds and unto its petals, Dripping crimson and splendor from lovers' daggers.
Am I a bloody rose, my dear friend? Need I be more flawed, fatigued and fancier To be more human, more loved? Tell me what's mortality so I could comply.
Need I stride to the plaza and proclaim My chimeric feats and statistics? Or would I garner more worth If I just lay prostrate and mind my business?
But you see, I am light albeit not bright. So minute and can only trickle down feebly. I needn't go far or be preffered So from my former whims I digress.
Perhaps there's significance in pebbles, Or in mere aspiration and being. I am Frailty, you are Hope, they are Illusions. We are TIME, flecks of LIFE and FISH.
© 2011 AGFeatured Review
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