THE FLYING FISH FLEW

I’m so tired. Can’t sleep. Four hours in two days. Not enough. A cumulus mind and a sphere of stars. The moon is new. Galaxies sink... beneath me. The wind is on holiday. The swell is misbehaving. And I’m flapping through a sea of froth. Main only. Pluto just flew backwards. I promise. Saw it...

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