Only the fish have come this far where the long sweet tides walk out beyond the boundaries -- I think that I have gone too far this time. There are no hands to hold me back as I walk here with my arms and legs. I am in deep water where the fishes go.

Everyone told me -- and it's true -- that one's affairs can't be carried out in this peopleless realm. But the long sweet tides have arrested my attentions, and they have brought me here. I am in deep water where the fishes go.

There are no colors here -- only an endlessness. I have assigned myriad names for their absence. I have said too many things that have no meaning here. I am in deep water where the fishes go.

To be caught on the hook -- to come swimming in like a caught fish -- gasping at life -- this is my secret chore, my secret dream. But the long sweet tides have taken me by the arms and legs, and I am here, in deep water, where the fishes go.