He had decided upon a name: The Keeper
Not having a name had never been a problem
Until he was awakened from his normal fish life
By the face-making woman and the wires
But now he needed a name because he had become more than a normal fish
He was a fish who could absorb and sequester the newly departed
All of their thoughts were now his to use
Or ignore
That they were still processing as if alive
Was both disturbing and fascinating
For the time being he would keep them separated from one another
The Keeper knew he could control an individual captive
But he worried that, collectively, he could be challenged
And that would surely suck
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