كلمات Fishline

When did this section grow up? When did it become this kind monster Undefined, asphyxiated? My fishline was bitten Showing things that I can't rationalize And in the end the drops of blue Fall right in your eyes as letters And turn them better Building words that I can recognize All squares turn into circles Let me say, unlikely beast My fishline Was empty and, even so, fine If I want to throw a piece of me I'd fish back each minute that I had To cry my scores And laugh of my trivia