Fish bones still follow the flow,
washed down the current
after their school.
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We are bound by a charge
of what we do,
who we will be,
a vessel
for life to experience its own creation.
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Our only flaw is that we stray,
straining against the pull of our gravity,
as we hook onto silvery curiosity,
so beautiful with its ominous secrets,
so sharp as it stabs into the skin,
sealing its lesson
dizzying reality,
swept with you downstream a litter heavier,
like a goldfish,
cashing in scales
for a skeleton
bleached of life,
full of rest.
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Art by @Noma.dic on IG
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Word Not World series is an interactive anthology where I show a picture, and use the words inspired by the picture to make a poem, such as this one. This poem was inspired by the words, “ominous” from Sekhar, @sekharansudhir. If you would like to participate in next week’s Word not World series, keep an eye out on Instagram @enis.st.sparrow and here on St. Sinjin, I will post a picture on Sunday.