As his hands threw the net His mind drifted away Fragments of voices, faces, words Yet each, having passed, was like a dream Leaving echoes that brought others to life A churning current carried him along And barely noticing them writhe The man pulled the fish out one by one In the mountain's shade his shins grew numb As stung fingers drew the final net Within the lake, he heard a hum And saw colours dance beyond the shoals Its form seemed without boundary Its message without words Yet it whispered of his glory And endless joys to hold If only you could reach me The others would admire If only you could grasp me The struggle would expire Without heed without a doubt He slogged into the lake's expanse Resisting as he waded out The water grew around him But all those steps would lead to nowhere His motion masked futility For all the effort he could bear That thing would come no closer His motion masked futility For all the effort he could bear Its form seemed without boundary Its message without words Yet it whispered of his glory And endless joys to hold The zeal drained into regret Had he been down this path before? Each time, it seemed, he would forget That it would never resolve So, giving up, he turned away But once again would find That each and every move he made Would simply bind him tighter But all those steps would lead to nowhere His motion masked futility For all the effort he could bear That thing would come no closer For all the effort he could bear Recursion without resolution Purpose to justify itself Boundless striving, fear and passion To end in nothing, as it started Perception collapsed around the shore Where he could not believe A fisherman, once lost in thought Was staring back, and through, him And as the man came ever nearer Both entangled one aware He mouthed a warning none could hear And sank into the silt