Enigmas

    Youveaskedmewhatthelobsterisweavingtherewith

    hisgolde?

    Ireply,theoknowsthis.

    Yousay,whatistheascidiawaitingforinitstransparent

    bell?Whatisitwaitingfor?

    Itellyouitiswaitingfortime,likeyou.

    YouaskmewhomtheMacrocystisalgahugsinitsarms?

    Study,studyit,atacertainhour,iainseaIknow.

    Youquestionmeaboutthewickedtuskofthenarwhal,

    andIreplybydescribing

    howtheseauniwiththeharpooninitdies.

    Youenquireaboutthekingfishersfeathers,

    whichtrembleinthepurespringsofthesoutherntides?

    Oryouvefoundinthecardsanewquestiontougon

    thecrystalarchitecture

    oftheseaanemone,andyoulldealthattomenow?

    Youwanttouandtheelectriatureoftheo

    spines?

    Thearmoredstalactitethatbreaksasitwalks?

    Thehookoftheanglerfish,themusicstretchedout

    inthedeepplaceslikeathreadier?

    Iwanttotellyoutheoknowsthis,thatlifeinits

    jewelboxes

    isendlessasthesand,impossibletot,pure,

    andamongtheblood-crapestimehasmadethe

    petal

    hardandshiny,madethejellyfishfulloflight

    andusknot,lettingitsmusicalthreadsfall

    fromahornofplentymadeofinfiher-of-pearl.

    Iamnothingbuttheemptywhichhasgoneonahead

    ofhumaneyes,deadinthosedarknesses,

    offingersacedtothetriangle,longitudes

    oimidglobeofane.

    Iwalkedaroundasyoudo,iigating

    theear,

    andi,duringthenight,Iwokeupnaked,

    theonlythingcaught,afi