Fish in a Tube.

Let us construct a tube
along which fish can swim.
Let's make those fish gold,
fat comets darting;
a long swim made quick, electric, shimmering.

I said MAKE the fish, didn't I?
Even to the gills. This work needs Oxygen, 
energy,
a solar-brain fair buzzing,
the raw stuff to construct the scales,
the physical thought, the living thought.
Think!

Mind over matter, sky over the water.
Water over the Earth.

Time for thought now being Millenium. Aye,
It is to the sky I look, the air about you,
to see what's swimming.


Cor, Jan 15th 2001