I am a lake filled
with invisible hooks dangling
below my serene surface
where I cannot see them
only feel them
like the cold breath
of another dimension
on my soft neck,

a dimension

where children/ ideals/ concepts

laugh at cold steel,

dancing with tiny feet

on sharp barbs

like flickering light,

flashing on rhythmic ripples

in crystalline water —

until frustrated,

the hooks ossify in the soft mud.

I am a lake,

and I cannot see below

the surface.

Physical Borg

2-4-1987