The fish is a pool of emotions
All fire and ice and in between
The bridges and stances
All tenuous and meager
Among waves are tremors
That it looked for dilution
Atoms quietly scattered about
No motions except for quiet
The fish is ignorant and learned
A strange crossover
Quietly colliding
Catastrophic and wondrous
It reflects on both
And finds both the same
For despite the chilly comfort
Both are nothing but prisons
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