Canto CLII

I wonder if a goldfish can go mad?
Is there a benchmark for fish sanity?
Are fish as sentient as thermostats?

Is there a man somewhere in the city
that slowly paces between bedsit walls
running on dry fumes of his self pity?

When his mind turns blank, does it twin with all
the poor eyed tiddlers in their bags of plastic,
lined up like fairy lights on fairground stalls,

a prize for those that can still hit their targets?

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