Only the fish have come this far where the long sweet tides walk out beyond the boundaries — I think that I have gone too far this time. There are no hands to hold me back as I walk here with my arms and legs. I am in deep water where the fishes go.
Everyone told me — and it’s true — that one’s affairs can’t be carried out in this peopleless realm. But the long sweet tides have arrested my attentions, and they have brought me here. I am in deep water where the fishes go.
There are no colors here — only an endlessness. I have assigned myriad names for their absence. I have said too many things that have no meaning here. I am in deep water where the fishes go.
To be caught on the hook — to come swimming in like a caught fish — gasping at life — this is my secret chore, my secret dream. But the long sweet tides have taken me by the arms and legs, and I am here, in deep water, where the fishes go.
Spring 1990 (?)
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