To My Fish:

a victim of humanity's 

cruel attempt at 

possession. 

who deserved

the simplicity of existence, 

but instead had the weight 

of petty human values

thrust upon him.

petty values that imprisoned him,

and bound him to an 

overly-important—

however false—

identity

when all he wanted to be

was alive. 

whose situation 

is far too compatible with my own.

this ceremony is not for you,

but rather to fossilize 

the realization

of my own pettiness,

which i deny—

and a lesson:

we have no right

to entitlement,

and no right 

to impose ourselves 

on any living being.

if/when we do

we only emphasize the fact 

that we have veiled ourselves

in self-importance,

and have limited ourselves 

to the existence—

of a fish—

in a fishbowl.