coagulate of the depths,
half substance, half
participial jetsam.
Step gingerly,
scoop them out with buckets
to splat on rocks,
spear them with sticks, and see
the jellyfish
dribble into nothing
or close on them-
selves with a gluey squish
as if they fel t
.
.
no mconveruence
in
being dead,
as if they liked to melt.
In appearance
yielding to the elements,
they drift and drift
in
aspic tolerance
of wind and wave,
yet cannot be deflected
from the floating
dumb directedness they have.
It's this absence
of desire but perfect
self-extension,
as they flex, expand and tense,
with the sea's will,
this
pure ideology
untenanted
by wish, mere push and pull,
that puzzles us -
