My eyes catch on the tents we pass
I am one fish in the ocean,
and each tent is a hook
holding a member of my school inside
as they writhe for warmth and
fight for life.
It is nothing but chance
fickle and random
as an unbitten opportunity
that separates us.
I can’t convince myself
that these tents are part
of the context of this moment,
Even though more effort was taken
to hide the forest with the trees before
because tension, and division erases
if the symbiotic creature kills the only host-fish
they both sink to the bottom of the pond
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I love your writing! Its so vivid and imaginative.