*Sleeping Insomniac*
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sábado, septiembre 17, 2005
Dear Mr. Catfish

Dear Mr. Catfish,
You're looking so pained.
Are you just asleep?
Are you just drained?

I see you;
I see you floating,
Helpless.

Your eyes are coated:
White film; no view.
What caused this, dear fish?
What happened to you?

I see you;
I see you floating,
Hopeless.

Flies have swarmed.
A hungry turtle has arrived.
How can you take this?
How can you be deprived?

I see you;
I see you floating,
Betrayed.

You were once shiny,
But they have eaten you dull.
Where is your heart, sir?
Where is your soul?

I see you;
I see you floating,
Degraded.

The day gets later;
You can feel it in the air.
Why haven't you moved yet?
Why are you still there?

I see you;
I see you floating,
Defenseless.

I can't take it anymore;
This sight is too wrong.
How long have you lied there?
Mr. Catfish? How long?

I see you;
I see you floating,
Lifeless...