Fortunafish

Circling around your skull you go,
Feeling too big for your small bowl,
Inside, feeling outside it all.

Might as well be a crystal ball,
For all you search your shallow depths,
For all it actually helps you,

Not just the glowing wall per se,
But the whole of the human world,
Hell, the whole of the globe, the whole

Of the crystalline rotating
Night, the whole of it all. You peer
And hope for what you need to know

And learn all kinds of things, you think,
Not at all what you need to know.