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33. IN AN INSTANT - REALLY!

Myopia extends to the ends of the waterline and after that point my vision gets blurry I can’t see a thing everything looks like a seaman’s watery fog the sky seems like butter and nothing has any dimension but none of these people would know that - sitting deliciously unawares of everything else as they chatter and eat and gaze out and speak and most of what they seek UNFORTUNATELY for the world around us is MORE more of everything more of it all – they want new homes the newest buildings the larger boat to get to the walkway from and then (I’d suppose) they’d want to cruise to the greatest vacation island they could find FOR IT’S ALL but pleasure in their mind and they haven’t yet reached the END of illusion in that NONE OF IT is theirs and none of it is real and they’re just swimming in muck drowning in foam lazing in their languid beer but none the worse for wear and with my eyes I practice a sight with my eyes I become my own William Tell and picture them falling (straight down to Hell?) in a monstrous commingling of fashion and grace and then IN AN INSTANT as profound as anything else William Blake himself pops up and starts saying something ‘Nobodaddy’ this or that I can’t remember understand nor even recall for that matter and as quickly as he came he’s gone and I’m left alone once more to struggle on the shoreline of some old and beating heart with questions and conundrums I can’t answer - how far to the promised land and how distant REALLY to eternity is it ? but silence is my tablecloth and a poverty is my cloak so I sit down at the water’s edge as if it were a moat to some land-locked wealthy castle I can’t reach.