Deritive is an infinite difference.
Integral is an infinite sum.
That’s why they are
The difference between contrived and derived
can be found in the [con] of poor artistry.
Decoy or coy?
I am not unlike a koi pond: he responds.
What, swimming in your own shit under bridges you may not cross?: I challenge.
Everytime with this one: we both think
but, we do not say.
Can you cross the zigzag bridge over my fish head: he koi-ly bubbles.
Oh howl you want to know if I am a demon, hum huh?: I think.
Yeah, I can. Many times have I crossed the eight branches of an iris-strewn river. You are merely a pond, doll. Turning left, turning right? Not problematic to a whirling dervish. A modern ballerina. Do you, sweet koi, have the tenacity of a salmon?: I say.
Can you cross my moonbridge?: I ask
Do you have the potential energy required to achieve the kinetic momentum required to overcome the archway: I wonder.
An enlivening of a skin abrasion.
A salmon swimming upstream.
Bears with fish scales stuck between incisors.
Rub it til it bleeds, said PJ Harvey.
Clears my crown and your heads.
You wait seven days.
It keeps you, freshly.
It keeps you integral and not derivative.