fish in the fishbowl
suspect
glass
is not the edge of the world
the other side of the glass
is the sky of the fish
they dream of it
and believe
they get there after death
I am the god of the fish
I flick their sun
on and off
give them the daily crumbs
lead them not into temptation
but deliver them
from the evil one
likely
some of the fish
deny my existence
others
shut their eyes
whisper chants
attempting to merge with me
in an ecstatic union
stupid fish!
I fear none of your doubts
I hear none of your prayers
and if I neglect to feed you
it's never because
you lost sight of me
but simply because I
lost sight of you
after all
I have my own tank
my own sky
my own God
and similar troubles
Original: Eliah Kormiltsev, 2006
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