I am the bait
I catch
myself
I hold the line
haul
my self in
hold tight
the line
settle
in the saddle
let’s ride let’s ride
make those bubbles
blow
blow
blow
carp
my trusty steed
carp
make due
haste
where we are going
I am the bait
take me down
below
leap me
into sky
let’s move
like a lightning strike
and water boil
water steam
we can make it
hot
in the fins
or
in the tale
of this
watery
dream
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nice post…thanks for share
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YOu’re very welcome. Thank you.
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Very interesting piece, Frank! 🙂
One of my first holistic “experiences” was way back many decades ago when i used to fish. Suddenly, i was the fish, the fishing line, and the fisherman.
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It’s surreal, isn’t it?
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