damned if it isn’t and all
there are fish in the lake
behind the dam that leaks
the waters that drive
the turbines of your heart
speak fish
mouth the damned words
the depth of feeling
reigning in the tributaries
that contribute to everything
look up
there’s no going back
this side of a thunderstorm
so sit here with me
under the spray of this rainbow’s
retroverted smile
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