Nov 142013
 
A guttering wind going round
Beats the windowed walls
Of the Brooklyn Aquarium
Where swart, flared fish going round
Flourish
Like flowery candy in a dish.

Crowds of slackmouthed onlookers watch
Eight slack-legged octopi watch
Crowds of onlookers going round 
There
In Brooklyn's dainty air.

In a world of choices,
Such variorum of voices,
To continually choose
To choose not to choose--

To neigh nay to no
And sneeze nyet to yes
While the crowd confines
Our going round and around,
Mutes the vocus of our natures.

So many colors
Going round and around,
Within others, and ourselves within,

While frenzied fish bash 
The circular glass
Unhelped by any wind.

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