Invisible Fish

[samariah]

If you could force the ball of the eye
out onto a plate,
we could feel the shape inside our lips,
taste shallow sights,
sing about our visions.

This dimension holds some cold--
you who've closed your gray eyes.
I try and hold out a breath longer,
these battering lids, to see.

I succeed.
I know everything of nothing.
The ice fans out my white hand
and I let it fall.

Salt has kissed my tongue with her metal.
Rock has settled below and drips even lower.
Ive lost my fear to silver energy.
Freeze me alive, or in dying.

The tongue knows better that which is born in my eye.