Big Fish

What mini Gods who all saw fit to redesign the grand design, and tailor nature till it sits in line with how we feel inclined on any given time or day; both in themselves a custom play.

For why is it we tinker? Custom blinkers wrapped about our eyes and ties our hopes to lies and dreams to flies and bites, hook-line-and-sinker;

no better nor wetter than the common carp – the great regretter: “for why a hook about my lip?! I only sought a sightly sip. I regret! I regret! Release and forget, and I’ll swallow up only my natural set.”