I wish to say
I wish to say that I resent
the way my life becomes
a muddling of circling
a circling of muddling
a circle of muddles
in a muddle of circles
I wish to say it
and now I have said it
kind of
and I feel a bit better
indeed rather forgiving
for now.
Shark Fate
Curving through the currents undistracted
with tailfin half as long as its body
it watches for those whose luck has been absurd
but the sea is vast and I paddle softly
so it seems quite possible the Thresher will miss me
quite probable even in the mapless blue-black floods
provided I paddle ever softly without splashes
not too close to any school of obvious meatfish
who have not even imagined the strange long tailfin
which suddenly (the books say) whips the water
till life is nothing but panic–oh let me never know
that monstrous slapping and the razor teeth
though my good luck has been absurd and I know it
I say I know it I keep saying I know it
but softly lest that long finned force take an interest
and with absolute concentration move to teach me
what must come of being lucky but weak in the blue-black floods.
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