Tonight, that which I couldn't make sense of I hear clearly as the creek's disinterested song in the shell of my ears, as turbulence this also means that the difference between the animal and the human can be understood spatially in terms of proximity. It is in the proximate relations to living things 'to the animal as animal and yet other than human' that the human emerges slipping around and down whirlpools of rude negotiation.

I walk muddy banks, footprints soaked up, lean down on one knee,
close to "the seepage of fatal time."

Looked for a shadow in the fading
light, searching it out, it remained
problematic.

 

 

This is the game the Gods
were playing when they stumbled
into this world.