Trawling

Trawling written by n.m.rai
Read by Eric Ashford

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Trawling

I'm bottom trawling on the sea-floor of my mind
scrabbling with eels over sand paths

while fever-induced visions rise like sponges
speaking in the ancient Aramaic of fish.

I'm dragged by the currents into strange lights
neither night nor day, backlit from within

as from the the lights of fireflies
or the phosphorescence of deep water shrimp.

This world is slow motion, heavy with silt
and slow breathing, rich with intimations.

I meet myself in the orange eyes of small fish.
I paint now with fin and claw and water-breaths.