The fisherman
Has lost his compass
No stars to guide him
Dark clouds hide
The bright round fish
That turns red and dies
Before dying.

He drifts alone
Sharks taunt him to dive
The night wraps
A thousand tentacles
Around his frail body
Crushes his spirit.
This loveless ocean knows no horizons
No rocks to cling to
No islands to rest
No reflections to haunt him
Nor shadows to remind him
He is only human.

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