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| The watertop is a glass of shining obsidian; Koi swim beneath. I have named them. Two, black and orange, I call the twins. James and John the sons of Zebedee. Then is Coins. He is gold, doubloon scaled, shape shining wealth. Rudy Two--has a red nose. Shadowed near the bottom, Blackie, pure darkness, he is a shark. The last is white; whiteness can't be named. There are smaller fantails, shibunken, platitudes. I had to net one misshapen one. It died quickly in the wind. The rest play and eat, dimpling the water; I am their god when I feed them. They gather at my feet, leap up, except those out of sight deep in the water, nightmares I sense but can't see. Transcendence.I am his white Koi.I am his most active. I race in water, one pond end to the other. I am the only one who leaps, clearing the delicious comfort of home. I twist, gather power, knowing I will see wind oceans where everything is nothing filled with towering shadow gods. I believe in the wind because I've felt it. I know wind I feel it. I scale slopes of water before the What I leap into. God's language is silence. |
Steven Fortney
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