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Procession
Now that I notice it is my much beloved body which has been drifting back and forth beneath the pier underwater I am becoming more sympathetic to snails After all, what do oysters want Seals are shy And what is the matter with putting up a playful fin among the swimmers Thus we march forward into a future Arms akimbo legs akimbo head akimbo Hair akimbo as it gradually drifts away There is so much that is akimbo here that there is hardly any room to be "awry" Forward forward forward Into a privileged area where a curious conglomeration Of currents and sand have made out a little space Out of the wind out of the rain out of the unmanageable crowds Who flow over the sense of privacy, and among whom Any umbrella is easily lost Some day all things will be water that battleship Which you see bounding on the main will be liquid or gaseous Its captain and its crew The spinster with her what-not shelves the teamster with his graft The subways with their calming quality the grass with its dis- turbances Lapels with all their pallor and graveyards with their sheen All will be water all will be pouring Descending from the skein of the firm and the packed There is no pleasanter exercise on earth than metamorphosis Time passes And all the things that we love must be changed