Dream 473
a poem
last night I dreamt of
open waters
an organic assassin of the ocean
propelled from the surface like a
fifty foot rocket
with a conniving grin he approached
the ideal predator with no
natural opponents
top of his food chain, oozing confidence
underestimated my hammerhead heart
so i punched him on the nose
and he turned back into the
goldfish he was
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