Wanda Lust

She says to wait ten minutes.
Ten minutes to soliloquise on a fish tank.
What's up, fish? Miss the pond?
You're captive, you know.
But you don't know it. Of course.
A plastic plant and a few pebbles.
Symbolic tokens of nature to us.
It is the whole universe to you fish.
A five-folded Flatland encompasses it,
An ectopic universe without form
But filled with a liquid void.
What do you see beyond those walls?
It is surely incomprehensible.
Except for the food.
And the shape hovering above,
Which presages the manna.
Does seeing prove a world exists beyond?
When I snatch you with my net,
Do the fish that remain
Commend you to the hand
That gives and takes away?
I think not.

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