Here

On these still water of complacency
My eyes rest on a foreign object
In admiration.

On these still waters of complacency,
The bow
-That is my self-
Cannot project my self
There.

On these still waters of complacency
I remain.

~May 21st, 1993

Yeah

Man,
Look out there.
I mean WAY out there.
Can you feel that?
That sensuous tug,
Like time just drags on by,
Like the normative pace
Halts.

Man,
That’s real,
That’s present.
That’s now,
That’s HERE. Not there.