Images that sometimes keep annoying my sleep, too.
I don't know about yours...
A poem and some more (poems and facts ) through a video.
The Current (Fires-1983)
These fish have no eyes
these silver fish that come to me in dreams,
scattering their roe and milt
in the pockets of my brain.
But there's one that comes--
heavy, scarred, silent like the rest,
that simply holds against the current,
closing its dark mouth against
the current, closing and opening
as it holds to the current.
From the PBS television documentary To Write And Keep Kind, 1992.
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