Blades as big as knowing hands
Cut below the surface,
To convey soggy brush assumptions
From distraction to muck under umbrellaed summer sun.

Innocence, there is, in a fishtank home,
Where hydrilla is a safe retreat for guppies, exhibitions for swordtails,
Flames in a submerged wildfire of preconceptions,
Choking the math labs of bass, periodic tables of crayfish, bluegill essays.

To Antisthenes, the beauty of learning
Was in unlearning what was untrue.
Nuisances must be trimmed from deep below,
Dragged up the conveyor
To bake in blazing sun.