A boy bought a
poetic goldfish
in a bowl/he
sings poetry
to him from
day to night,
time's no time long:
dreaming more/ and
more dreams of
baby fishes/and
fish-babies,
swimming
in the twinkling
stars in the
swallowed sky.
The boy throws the
food pellets/some
crashing doublets
of falling
ice droplets.
Over some bird-flies
the cloud won't
cry/dogs
sleep tried
pellets hovered in
sparkling milky way
poetry smiled.
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