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The Center Holds With Unattached Action

The fish in the tank
swims an eternity
serenity bleeding with
each fin in a suprising smile

The still point in an objective stillness
it swims freely wheeling
about frozen pedastals
above the sands of time

Beneath the shards
of mirror edges
it seals the frayed days
making whole
through unmoving ways

by belaying concerns to the courses of the clouds
A FISH,
but a balloon
of solitude,
a source,
and T.V. dinner to kitties

Subjugate the rhyme and rawk with the riddim
only got one line to balk all the schizm

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