In midstream of a dream,
From every point,
With every thought,
Fish came to be here.
Fish came to be there.
I awoke, wet from head to toe.
My wife's eyes filled with tears.
She held our baby.
She held a butcher knife,
The bloody blade glistened in the light.
I could see the swim fighting to swim upstream now.
I didn't see the blade come down again.
I could feel myself bathed in the wetness.
I didn't know where I was.
I fell back asleep in midstream.
I swam among those fish henceforth.