The Fish Swim Gaily

In oceans deep,

Pink corals to keep.

When nigh is near,

When roses keep

Colors dream, and then

In the pages of books

I think. For bushes burn

In these spasms of

Visions. Sunset clouds

Keep me flying. I am Icarus.

I cannot escape this prison.

Within my mind, I see

The stars grow, and grow

And grow. I yearn to be

A star, an asteroid devoid

Of meaning. In Khan's

Ice caves, I freeze

To see my breath flow

And flow, and flow.

Like a manatee, 

I sink down crevices.

Above me, the water

Is teal, and the fish

Swim gaily.