About, about, in reel and rout
The death-fires danced at night;
The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green, and blue and white.
the tide turns
turneth the tide
feel the flow
flow
back into the hollow
down
down
down
back into the very nick
where i first marked
my snag
my hitch in time's
trundling funicular
w h o o s h
the sudden drag
as line rusheth out
into those fathomless depths
and i'm pulled
inside out
pulled into that sub-marinal world
of tubes and protuberances
hydrothermal vents
cold seeps
strange life
inverted
life
inverse'd
the witching hour
the breath of death
coming back in to vogue
singing again syncopated
binary codes of zero
one zero
one
zero one
while lines of logic
chains of cause
and effect
serpenting
snaking forth and back
defy sense
defy reason
defy that betunnelled
betrammelled made-up-mind
flicking me o’er the
containment field’s
swivelling parallel lines
into strange time
bringing out
the other that i
be
the unacknowledged child
playfellow of infinity
Beyond the shadow of the ship,
I watched the water-snakes:
They moved in tracks of shining white,
And when they reared, the elfish light
Fell off in hoary flakes.
Within the shadow of the ship
I watched their rich attire:
Blue, glossy green, and velvet black,
They coiled and swam; and every track
Was a flash of golden fire.
the horror is
no more
than what
i fought
-th-
to oppose
-ss-
so
blessed be
the depths i helled
...helled
held in fear
defied
condemned
blessed be the very
agency of dread
which finally
finally
shakes my world
shatters that grid
breaks the curse of
things
the curse of things
the curse
ah
to see is to know
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