We are dreaming without me and you,
gasping oxygen from the bubbles
charging out of two fishes’ mouth
across the aquarium of this room:
the seethes of our silent conversation,
the conversation that never
could have taken place
in facade
or the superficial surfaces.
The bubbles
that flooding constantly from unspoken words
where only clarity is known,
and oxygen,
where everything known is
just bubbles out of the fishes' mouth
perishing
in unknown cognizances.
