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I see the silence

of the sea in the eyes

of every fish which gazes

upon me in terror and fright

My mind wandering

over the surface of

the sea trying to find

the entrance

Blue

as a blue fish

in the blue waters

below the deep blue sky

is my mood

In the depth

of a bottle of scotch

the most curious fish

swim