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, close to "the seepage of fatal time."

Looked for a shadow in the fadingl ight, it remained problematic.

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