Author:		James Harris
Posted:		5/2/2004; 2:27:50 PM
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"My Triumph lasted till the Drums//Had left the Dead alone"—Dickinson
"The impetuous ship in bafflement went down"—Melville

You know some details of the ocean, out beyond the gate, telling about time
Low tide down in the mud flats, water sucked out, wrinkled like old skin

We know nothing but time, yet we never know what's coming
One of those days you believe you must reinvent your whole self to go on

Those were not dreams worth dreaming—too much truth in them
Before it's gone, I'd like to have it once more—care free

Why the game endures: you can be safe; you can go home; you can win
The child could not write stories, but drew elaborate pictures