Fisher of Time
Fisherman casting along the bank of time
My Line in an ellipse bends to the right
the current is strong, I can catch
only the future.
The Salmon leaping straight forward
into its past
ignores my lure
Luckily time is fed by a stream
from a. seeded lake
looks like we’ll have trout tonight
So tough reeling in a lively form
Even from the Future’s water
The Past can be resilient
You, while I have been wastrel of my time
Lazily reclined against the grass
waiting what comes at last
Made yourself busy gathering berries
brewed coffee on the open campfire
you -
I can’t help but laugh with all this
And the wonderment is that I laugh
not at you but myself, a laugh
for seeing how stupid I am, dumb
A righteous fool; nothing bitter in
the laughter that knows itself.
I have striven against my own delirium
like an idiot fighting the sea
but I think these strange orthodoxies you do
are doing alright by me.
This poem was found folded up very neatly in a waistcoat of many colors, along the banks of a river in a universe on the edge of the potential universes we can reach from our particular point in space and time.
It was brought to Agent 81, who placed it under lock and seal, awaiting some possible future event of its writing
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