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No Goldfish

Who will care
for my poems
when I die?

I have no goldfish
or pet cat
to give away.


My poems will cuddle up
serenely curl up with you
on a long winter’s evening.

My poems will swim and flash
tails of intricate golden detail
on a long cozy winter’s evening.


Who will care
for my poems
when I am gone?

Goldfish are a sacred species
cats are a sacred species
all life is a sacred species somewhere.


Poems are also
a sacred life force.
For it is the task appointed
to the divine poet to render;

foolish humanity worthy
when seeking redemption,
through hidden wisdom written
within sealed lines, in a starlit poem.


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