Imagination strains,
then trains,
credulity.
What blunders out at first
so foolishly, soon wakes you up;
creates, then slakes, a thirst for more.
How we ache
to make
fresh sense!
Today I hopped the fence to knock upon a random door which opened
to let pour the deluge of a water realm – an oligarchy at its helm
of multi-featured creatures who appeared adept at running everything.
I saw no reason to object: I’m now their willing, loyal subject –
undergoing an amphibious corrective rigorous
political indoctrination.
Which I will do, that is, till I decide to skew the works and surface
to the shore to knock upon another door to jerk into another realm
that more befits my endlessly mutating station.
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