The Gill of Papyrus

I own no TV,
Yet, I am an image.

I have resourceful thinking,

Yet, I scoured the pilgrimage

For a redundant meaning of a text

Of holy misunderstandings

Of seldom held belief

And known reprimandings.

I speak from a tablet of a bird

With a mind,

Which is quite absurd.

I sail on through the storm

And guide the lightning to its shore.

I reconvene with myself.

I am a fish

On tour.