The fantasy that gathers no moss—
the feelings that accompany you
night and day, and into the evening
when the light changes and that sinking
feeling I feel is like a bodily sensation,
an identification with the world as it
changes, from day to night
as I repeat myself: it’s only a fantasy
but the object of my feeling is like real energy
displaced, faceless waves
rising out of the deep, Zeus or Hades.
from United Artists