‘Tis there not a magnificent world for thee
Little goldfish - with your ancient and delicate fins?
Has confinement been good for the refinement
of the cyprinidae? (sa-prini-dee)
Oh, my great fearsome beast that owns the sea
Living in matrilineal groups
And through scores of time;
What hath thee more than me?
My precious little golden key
I know better the planet
Under the sea that speaks across the ages
Far more than you can ever know or see.
Perhaps this is so and only so to be
Because you must consume to suit your mass.
However, I too exist in masses under the sea;
Thus, we are but tiny exotic little things in universal relativity.
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