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Thursday, May 20, 2021

What An Aquarium Should Be (artist unknown), Sonnet #564

 













One should never write about dreams.

They are boring beyond nothing.

They replace what seems with the seams

Stitched between thought and everything,

Pulling loose when one would believe,

Sprinkling detritus like a sieve,

Leaving inchoate images

In minds of the greatest sages.

Huxley with his aquarium

Saw in sea life continuum

But only behind walls of glass.

Asleep, mermaids, all laugh and sass,

And marine grotesques, befuddle

His science. Seas dry to puddles.


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