(no subject)
There are no fish here.
The sleeping place of my only memory has been disturbed, and cannot I soothe it back.
My eye peers into a smooth speckled mass of suspended infinitesimals.
And the dark threads creep through the clear water slowly,
In silence and permeating all, going through the whole,
Those elongated, monstrous seconds, unenviable,
When you are your choice
When you know that what you have released will touch everything in time.
The sleeping place of my only memory has been disturbed, and cannot I soothe it back.
My eye peers into a smooth speckled mass of suspended infinitesimals.
And the dark threads creep through the clear water slowly,
In silence and permeating all, going through the whole,
Those elongated, monstrous seconds, unenviable,
When you are your choice
When you know that what you have released will touch everything in time.