In that Liquid moment — version 1, first stanza — by aarrkk
In that moment —
not magic
Yes — but meandering with knurls
of silver sinew — a waters’ way
hydrogen and oxygen
the limpid liquids’
languidness
I feel the heat
speed away
like sinews’ silver
away — from me
— my heat
In a depth of water
As the all slips
The heat away
In to the all
back there
to the H two O
In an elliptical path
2 the Black whole — & I
submit and am submitted
& am now beyond & frozen.
A reflection on the last passage of James Joyce's The Dead, from his collection The Dubliners
http://fallingfaintly.blogspot.ca/2008/02/last-paragraph-of-james-joyces-dead.html