If I could fish the light
out of the ocean, I would.
Bury myself into the watery abyss
of shimmering fish scales and momentary silence.
I'd invite you to dance along the fossilized fish hooks
—paralyzed with their anticipation—
and sink beneath your iron expectations.
Your gluttony for all that you think you know...
The cemented castles of your belief looming high above you:
leave them rotting along the pavement
as your lungs fill with the impregnated salt water.
Let your water-color memories bleed
into the obsidian of the night.
Exhale your toxic dreams.
*inspired by "Night Fishing at Antibes" by Pablo Picasso
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