Magic Fish Poem by John Prophet

Magic.
Non physical.
Consciousness.
Magically,
thoughts
float in
thoughts
float out.
Where?
What?
How?
Confusion
of
reality.
Mind.
Matter.
Magic.
Beyond.
Beyond
the grasp
of mere
mortals.
Originating
form a
different place.
A different
realm.
Eddies
and
currents
streaming,
bubbling,
absorbing.
Through
the mind
like little
fish in
a stream.
Stream of
consciousness,
meandering,
penetrating.
Coming from
and crossing
back again.
Merely conduits
be we.
Machines
spurned
to action
by little
magic fish.