Recognizing Venus.

Like shooting fish in a barrel
Back at the same hole
Flying fish too can swim
With one eye to the sky
I’ve yet to try that new smile
The one suited just for you
Queue synapses give or take a clue or two
Much like space
Rendering time
Out on a limb relentlessly repositioning
I hang like bait
Hopelessly pondering my own fate
I fear a fall my back may break
Recognizing Venus took the hook
Scaled fortune dine
No longer in peril
I seem to unravel
Vulnerable yet sublime

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