somewhere beyond
‘life as usual’
somewhere…

fish may be learning
to see the very water
in which they are submersed…

it’s a gift they seek
to give themselves,
a gift fleetingly
consuming time
and space like
ravenous gilled
furnaces burning
through revelation
and gold…

a scaly examen
looking backwards
into a future
coming hard
round the bend
and thus having
open eyes in this
lurking present