My gills flap shut and open
Lips pouting
Blowing bubbles swirling
To the surface going
Plop, plop.
I twirl my tail stalling
Fins on thin ether
Groping
Unsure where, what, why,
Glass-eyed
Trying to remember
Who.
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Author notes
In my profession (journalism) we are taught to take care of five 'W's and one 'H' while handling a news report: Who, When, What, Where, Why and How. But we are taught only to look outside for these. It comes as a shock when you subject yourself to these elementary questions, after carrying a terribly inflated ego till the age of over 50. Then you see the futility of all those 'plop, plops'. And seeing can make a qualitative difference in your existence in the fish tank.
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Wow. This is Brilliant. It's so clear. Hat's off to you.
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