…The words turn about the axis (VI) Fly, fall, but never land…

I knew better until I did not.
Had been better until I had not.

Suppose the surreptitious pied piper understood
What poor Nero could not.
Resigned to prance and pit- fiddle in sway.
That is to say, how to play by ear.

I should have said nothing…

“I don’t like the bottle.”
“How anomalous, if not redundant.”

A flash, to be sure. Seared catfish.
Ravenous eyes wreathe.
It would appear none more so than my own.
Wounded entity.

“Then, that means…”
“Assuredly.”

“But that’s not…”
“Of that you are certain?”

‘Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a day
Teach a man to fish, and you feed him for a lifetime’

“What’s the catch?”
“You’re hungry?”

‘Build a man a fire, and he’ll be warm for a day.
Set a man on fire, and he’ll be warm for the rest of his life.’

Severity by tea light. Correspondent capitulation.
What to do then with a troika of fishes.

“What first?”

I should have said nothing.

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