even now
a ferryman will take you across this
low wide river
for when you choose
but gently
payment should pass gently as alms
to the muddy quartz-fisted anchorite
listen as the throats of the river ring
his shrouded water-bell
see how
the sun shines through and hides his milky
cataract eye
where the river drains into and out
of him
this flooded pearl of cascading water
erupts in the moonlight like datura
the blooming eye
a bulging spool
that winds and unwinds a silver thread
for what you might hesitate to offer.
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