No water
only sky
fills this fish's brain.

No water
but a longing to fly
is in this fish's body.

Into the brimming ocean
she is emptying herself
incessantly, over centuries.

She passes by
small fish, big fish.
Lost in thought, this fish
asks herself oh,
where did your ocean
go?

The swimming fish
repeats this question
as if it were a prayer-mantra.
The fish does not know
that sky has filled her brain

that the skull-smashing ritual
has already begun
inside her.