Our world, a fish bowl

For the fish, their world a magical bowl
on their mysterious benefactor depend
their home, so solitary, a glass cage
to which this benefactor alone attends

Beyond this bowl the world so blurred
mysterious images that tantalize
while inside they can easily explore
it’s the "outside" they can't visualize

The hand of god sometimes appears
to bring them food from heaven
but its subject to his whim and fancy
and this behavior so often frightens

We on earth live in a bigger bowl
We're clueless just like those pet fish
Within its confines, we struggle to define
and sadly claim that ignorance is bliss

The End

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