Become mired. I stare in the water
And see my own body
Just under the surface and clinging
With arms to my oars. “I’m the end of you,”
Whispers this other me. “I perceive all.”
“I’m the end of you. I know the day
Of your dying, your silence, your pleasures,
Your sufferings, when the last night
Will swoop down on your world.”
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