This fish's brain
Is filled not with water
But with sky
Not water
But a longing to fly
Fills
This fish's body
In the full ocean she
Is making herself empty
Continuously, century upon century
Passing by
big and small fish,
this fish sunk in thought
asks herself,
Where did your ocean
go?
Swimming the fish
repeats this question
like a prayer-mantra
The fish doesn't know
that the sky has filled
her brain
That her skull has already begun
to crack open
from the inside