Purple light danced in lucid aquariums
off titanium bubbles and spotted fish
as wildlife swam through plastic dominium
visions of ocean's as their deepest wish.
I look in and wonder can fish dream
of sprinting on land in consortium
as their legs jib-jab like a track team.
As their gills fill with smoke of opium,
Would it be better to fly into air?
Growing wings from the stern of their bow
Fluttering, stuttering sea doves like pair
Doing all their opiated minds will allow.
Are these the secret dreams of fish at night?
As they swim about in fluorescent brights.
-By Aurin Squire