as the day passed and it was obvious that nothing new was about to happen, i
walked down to the dock, a deformed dock which barly supports itself, and
which now does not even serve a function - for the water line has receeded
back, past the rocks, so that the dock does not hold itself over any great
obyss - i walk upon this dock and look down from it, onto the drying sands,
and i sit quietly and write:
suspended
in the air
my words
have forgotten
their meaning