In an unassuming bowl a fish
does swim
In his sphere of water
With glass skin
Behind his eyes
Burns art, love, and light
I got you a ticket,
He’s performing tonight.
Cross dimensional film,
Like a membrane
Of cellophane,
primordial vertices
on a higher plane
Terrestrially bound
By the human brain.
Glass walls
Installed by your oldest
Soul
As old as
Pan’s flute’s
Gold resonant tone.
You’ve climbed the
Peaks of antiquity,
Frost bitten and
Scavenging.
Only to find
Humanity
Wasting time
On sanity.
Entering the scene
Glittering green
Wearing steam
Is all that is left
unseen.
Merge scaffolding
Into unforeseen
Reality.
Make it clean
Shiny and pristine
This mechanized dream.
Singing sweetly in a
Sea of thieves
This fish swims
The paths unseen.
Celestial littering
Leaves miraculous
Blitherings
Misread as clarity
And applied with
severity
A whirl of dervishes
And messiah flourishes
Distract us from the essence
Of our presence.
Now!
Get up and find
Another dollar.
Now do it every day till
Until you wake up dead.
Wait what?
Who thought that was
A good idea?
Probably a king of the media.
But then, a prince
Did come, that forgotten
son.
His gills moist and glistening ,
bright in the
sun
He came only with a
Question.
What happened to the sea?
When did the waves seem
To mean something obscene?
When did progress
Lose all of it’s gleam?
Thankfully the current flows
perpetually
Pulling you free.
Your tethers are
Merely temporary.
Fear is an illusion along with pain
it tricks us into being
Petty and vain.
However, evil is only man made
So, you don’t have to worry
It will all be ok.
Ode to Son Fish
By John Ramos
Recorded December 30th & 31st 2011 at Sumplace studios in Ceres, CA. Engineered by Jordan Lonn.
Mixed and mastered by Brandon Davis at Left Coast Studios.
You can view the AUDIO/VISUAL EP here:
youtu.be/aw_j6YJFLxI