The Fisher Poets
We are the fisher-folk of the soul,
Trawling the dreaming oceans, free
Of boundries between earth and stars,
To the ebony brink of sky and sea.
Chasing the shining, flickering, starlit shoals
Where Image's mother, Thought, be.
Dredging the diamond starfish prose
From their silvery, velvet deep, prophesy.
From Mystic winds we plunder the ancient songs
To sing them back to the eternal sea.
Cast our nets, woven of legends and myths,
To catch glimpse of the premordial, transmuting 'We'