A Circle of Life

Brush the dust, release the thought,
Let it sink to the pit of the waters maw,
And the bones of meals that snag the fin,
May they fall to black for others to win.

If I drink the water, bring the blue in,
It will twist the mind to a slow ruin,
Tar the last of the prettier innards,
And all the will to swim will wither.

For another fish I sang a verse,
And the chorus slashed again my nerves;
The message of air, gliding to the surface,
Silent, but clear in its purpose,

It led my eyes to a hazy other,
The wind, the sky, the lights of summer,
Where birds must fly, free and at home
In their time, fleeing a lonely shore.

But back to the daily, back to the blues,
Where all that lives is a life to lose,
So eyes forward, watching for movement,
On to the next meal, and more music.


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