My Dolphin, you only guide me by surprise.
a captive as Racine, the man of craft,
drawn through his maze of iron composition
by the glassy bowing and scraping of my own will....
I have sat and listened to too many
words of the collaborating muse,
and plotted perhaps too freely with my life,
not avoiding injury to others,
not avoiding injury to myself....
to ask compassion.... this book, half fiction,
an eelnet made by man for the eel fighting
my eyes have seen what my hand did.