Naive Fish

Only a small post today.
I don't really like this poem very much. But I like it slightly much. So I will post it, along with a picture that goes well with the poem.

As The Naive Fish
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Humanity longs to be within the fishbowl,
To be afloat among the fermented water.
It longs to swim as the naive fish, inside
The protection of the glass, a globe hollow
And forgotten. Oh, but the fish believes
Its destiny is to be beyond this liquid cocoon.
It believes that the ocean infuses the epitome
Of its imagination. But the loneliness it
Suffers is incompatible with the air. And
So the fish can only wonder regarding
The mysteries and mysticism of the world
Past the glass, past the water, past the
Empty room with a solitary window. The fish
Can only have faith that it too will soon be
Free, will be joyful, will find its contentment,
Find its truth and perfection.
But we only sadistically sneer. For we know
That the fish is to always be alone, know
That it can only succumb to its euthanasia,
To its benign psychosis, a madness that
We too misconstrue for our own enlightenment,
For our virtuous magnificence surely certain,
Surely alive, even as our redemption is drowning.


Picture title: "Despite The Fishbowl".



Thanks,
Leroy Quet