clench like survival.
moment runs dry with the smile of a dog that comes from the body not the heart.
of course dry conversation is your thing.
the plastic inquiry arises-
pat on the back for the polite goldfish
my response warps the distance between us- our planets lifetimes apart
your eyes fire curiosity and water skepticism.
ass.
an arched eyebrow and an unsure "oh yeah?!"
my glazed eye watching yet another clone.
you beautiful robot- you.
muddled stares gaze the distance in familiar alertness
oh, your one of them.
oh, how quickly someone can become unattractive
revolting, really.
oh, how easy it is to host your soul.
humdrum, really.
but the riddles of the sane orbit around your understanding without interaction-
so they continue to do so
spin your head in circles entertainment, really.
sit back and relax. your stuck in your world because you wouldn't survive in mine
- as fitting be-
a goldfish doesn't belong nor is interested in venturing body or mind beyond the mundane life that has been handed to them.
i'll watch the sunrise on the sand, and charge under the sun-living the state of happiness you refuse to fathom.
you will never leave your fish tank- just how you like it
the world will watch you swim in circles
everything else grows, changes and evolves around you
but you- you beautiful goldfish, you- just keep swimming and existing- just how you like it.
nothing else matters but your fish bowl, ey? how fun
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