The Little Fish

The mighty waterfall
of  absurdity,
and I am invaded all around.
Besieged in the vortex,
in the abyss of the gorge,
I am struggling to catch in my swirling net
a little fish twinkling
like a silver coin.
As it slips from the net
I struggle to catch it in my palms,
hoping that one day this little one may grow big,
and keep on growing endlessly.
One day it might grow a horn
and break this expanding sphere of nothingness;
tear the veil and on its mighty wing
force the world which I cannot see;
force it into the open,
into the field of my eye;
this little fish,twinkling and winking in my hands.