There are many fish in the
sea
but none exactly quite like
me
Not one true carbon copy.
No nanotech cloning imagery.
Our markings are masterfully
made
schooled in survival, games
well played
decisions and debts to be
made, repaid
resoled, rebooted,
eyes on tails
follow ink splotched surging
trails
dreaming afloat where
freedom sails.
Migrating maps
pre-installed, recalled
streams of consciousness, or
so-called
evolution, defragging
currently stalled
in sleep-state.
Compress and refract by
blue chip, red chip,
intelli-chip hacked,
flowing, downloading,
backing-up tracts
for holograms in fact-
particulate of calcium
carbonate,
brackish, choking, saline
tracing, mineral state.
Four-going feets and fins of
fate
sedated intoxicated waste-
carried along ripping liquid
lies enmeshed in
holy nets, trawling along
with severed ties and
anchored ambivalently under
horizontal blue skies
and producing the Lowest
Common Diatom
there can Be with so much
salt.
Composed 3/14/15.
Image of painting by Herbert James Draper (1910) "Flying fish" [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
