Fish Bowl


Inspiration peculiarly comes
most often at night
running late
with white thoughts
and dark dreams of yesterday.
Intelligent,
but lacking
the luster that comes from memories;
the dazzling effect
of mystery and misery.
I am who I almost was
we were how we are
almost this, but never that
still we don't swim far.

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