IN ZEHTO

in Zehto
a fish had this recurrent dream:
Water was gone,
but breathing was not a problem,
and the fish could stand on its tail,
and hop,
and at night it could reach for the Moon
and kiss it!

five hundred million years later
that dream came true--I know,
because I was there all the time,
in Zehto

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[Picture: Fishman, Riversea by reading_is_dangerous]