Recognition
The sun is the eye of the fish of the sky
that flips its tail in mirth.
The river's the gill of the fish of the hill
that swims within the earth.
Toads that fly,
birds that dive,
birds that dive,
horses of the sea,
dogs that climb,
baboons' behinds,
are all I know of me.
And God is the mother of me and the other
connecting the freak with the fair,
so when you hide your eyes inside
I vanish in thin air.
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