Well-Cut Sashimi

Why do I fear speaking?

Seeking, sea king, peeking

Duck?

I yearn to open my mind to another

But the gates are iron-bolted

And the gnome key-keeper keeps the key

From me.

I want to tell a story

Improvised and invented

Indifferent to its quality

Only speaking.

I, the sea king

Seeking fearlessly across reality’s wakes,

Peeking into the enigmatic,

Subtle, dark, and cloudy sea

And rising

With a silver-scaled fish in my beak.