Posted on Monday, July 18, 2005 - 9:04 pm:

 
 
Fish born in caves wear no eyes  
Swim with the night yet there is no day.  
No way to compare what I've lost by loving you.  
An eye, a tooth perhaps 
 
A third hand, sixth toe, something useless, unneeded.  
Let us return  
To the fish, the fin bumping its way in the dark.  
Scales where sight should be.  
Smooth, translucent 
 
Almost light yet there in no one  
To morn, to touch what does not exist.  
 
Here is the place of my sixth finger.  
Absent it swims, blindly with my heart.