In my ocean, My private obliviousness, I keep the fish of golden: They never happen To rest. Whirled by and confused With each other They let it all come roundabout. Go far, they will follow you farther. Mute. Quick! Cold. Be careful! Haunt. They haunt you, you stalk them. Vice versa. Who's smarter? Mutation of wit and vigor. Deep waters run still, Eyes look after, Pretend you know what to fish for.