The Academe... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is circular in shape
the usual
nothing to start with
and nothing to end up,
it is no longer
open ended like a bowl
of aquarium
with a gold fish
swimming within its
limited
confines,

i am inside it
and you cannot just
touch me for
this world
excludes you
and lots of them

it thrives on its own
and by now
having felt all your
exploitations
rejects your
manipulations

it is a pond
of newly bred lilies
underneath
are supersonic fishes
behaving
like ordinary
commonly spotted
black orange
kois.