unlike you,
the fish are tireless.
their lives
know nothing of sleep,
of closing their
eyes, there is no
blink in them.
no nap under a dark
set rock in the weeds.
they must keep going,
they know no other
way. they are awake
and moving always.
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
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