i make my own fish from parts and pasts
weight to head start
on the last rung to climb
trees topped with birdsongs
and sunshine
sleekness of focus zooming
banked thoughts
engaging in a death match
my life's reward
heat in the pits of my being
rude too soon
to stay in the streaming teeming
yet noon
make a mark gash wild
a stab a hole a sliver
down a quick shake deliver
blows of shiver
passing only this
one immutable act
once relaxed there
is no coming back
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