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eat the fish

how great it could be

to have a three second memory

we don’t have to eat all the fish away, are we

scared they will grow legs to leave the sea in droves

serving up three second memories and a new way of breathing ?

that would leave us standing gasping for life, aspiring

flapping around the shores with our lumpy legs

existential misery, brought about by years

remembering how things used to be

fish have no regrets rien de rien

eat the fish