I Ate a Nameless Fish

For dinner. It stared at me. I wonder if it thought it was tasty.

The tone of which his birth ascend

The beat that of a heart descend

Repeating in the infinite

An insight made it clear

Order stormed the surface

Where chaos set the norm

Had there always been balance?

...surely not

Therein lies the beauty

It was solid

Yet everchanging

It was different

Yet the same

So I starve myself for energy

I wonder if that fish thought very highly of himself.

What do you call a fish with no eyes?

A fsh.