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from Fish Log

butterfish   i dream the dream of the nondreamer who dreams the undreamable dream. i dream i dream of cream. i dream of cream and the uncreamable, the uncreamable cream. i dream the dream cream, the creamy dream. the dream cream spreads and creams itself over periwinkles and sassafras and azure jeeps. like a dream the dream cream sprouts and the sprouts are soy, creamy soy. soy is the dream bean. it makes me dream creamy soy dreams. i dream smooth as cream in a dreamy land o'lakes where dreamy fillets swim and dream of lemony batter.

resulting tunnel   I realized but said nothing feeling hurtled. Feeling thrown back in. Expecting a reward I unstuck my sucker. You must think I lean toward pendulums. Fish might think I know only the can opener. Eyes tell lies in caves to pretend they still have something to do. Blotchy but trembling half as much I wonder what it feels like. We should all wake and sleep so lucky. Like cave sharks giving their body to the rock to seal the crypt and lapidify their bones.

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