"Divinity"

small fish pass through the eye socket.

There are mechanisms of breath even in death;

the air suppresses my gills.

We put the big bass on ice 'to be kind,' you said

that time you brought me out on your boat,

and later you showed me how to scrape off the scales

and take out the bones. I took the meat home,

we left its head.

Holographic wave galumphing,

inside Plato's cave spelunking,

the little sea maid and the sun; I know someone

is following me, is longing for me, is

swallowing me whole.

It's a quest-ion of soul.