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It's when you sat gazing towards a pond
circulating ripples of moving fish across its
glass surface of stasisness, do you think
of some of the more important things, so
people say. As your mind drools
down your neck in mechanical deficiency,
the pond becomes placid with hesitation to
your staring eyes, incapable to transcend
into a level of human communication. It is
then in fear it speaks another language,
oh so ancient, of reflection. As if it had
a camera focused on you at that moment:
there stood him
watching you, nagging you to give him
the answer to why you began to watch
the fish agilely ripple your thoughts into
that drive they call inspiration.
With him in their world, the fish stare
back at him as he stares in turn at you,
all asking dreadful questions. The ones
that put you here to keep you from them
so you could talk to him alone, with the
faceless stare of deep sensual thought.
A trance that pulls you back together; all
at once into the pond, you met him and
leave ripples to capture the moment of
the starry sky. The thing a fish would do
without any comprehension of its beauty.

~MK

Description
It's when you sat gazing towards a pond
circulating ripples of moving fish across its
glass surface of stasisness, do you think
of some of the more important things, so
people say. As your mind drools
down your neck in mechanical deficiency,
the pond becomes placid with hesitation to
your staring eyes, incapable to transcend
into a level of human communication. It is
then in fear it speaks another language,
oh so ancient, of reflection. As if it had
a camera focused on you at that moment:
there stood him
watching you, nagging you to give him
the answer to why you began to watch
the fish agilely ripple your thoughts into
that drive they call inspiration.
With him in their world, the fish stare
back at him as he stares in turn at you,
all asking dreadful questions. The ones
that put you here to keep you from them
so you could talk to him alone, with the
faceless stare of deep sensual thought.
A trance that pulls you back together; all
at once into the pond, you met him and
leave ripples to capture the moment of
the starry sky. The thing a fish would do
without any comprehension of its beauty.

~MK