Herrings begin to glow just after they die,never while alive.
When I read this
I wanted to sit for a long time in the dark.
Nothing in nature is a metaphor.
Everything is.
I thought both thoughts.
And knew inexactly why I felt sad.
Herrings dead and aglow—
I should have been properly amazed,
the way anyone looking at a star would be,
realizing it was years away,untouchable.
Yet there it is, shining.
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