ROBIN MAGOWAN
saw myself as inhabiting. The way was all around me: a fat glass;
a moon. It had tacked on it an inhospitable NO ANCHOR HERE
sign.
This was all I saw. The sea-bottom depth, the uninterestingness,
the time between thoughts and their commonness, all depressed me.
Rimbaud of the
Season in Hell
came to mind, first as someone I
could emulate, then with compassion as I saw with what alacrity
he must have given it up. "It's
all
in the mind," I told myself. Still
I had only to close my eyes for the chains, the jangling terror, to re–
assert itself. The chains were the speed, dizzying, frenetic, at which
the underwater angles of light moved, taking all before them,
dis–
solving me to a song:
I'm a pig
I'm a gentle antelope
I'm a
pig
I'm a gentle antelope
I'm a
pig
I'm a gentle antelope
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unjustly accused.
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