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(In) Memory of a Goldfish

have to lose to want to get
space travel for dummies
space travel for life

the ether in my brain is candy floss
the crystals in my soul are stolen
you either know or not and I’m lost
the jump-starts of the heart at cost

now it made sense for a moment
suspended between infinities
dangled from a stare
behind cages of divinities

get up, get on, and get out of here,
your door opens on to the silent street
the mesh connects it to your feet
listen before you call
Go figure, go fall

In the memory of a Goldfish,
I am swimming away and gone.
In the memory of a goldfish,
None of us have long.

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