Upside-down, right-angled man, head in water, feet in air, how you are half here and half there breathing fluid from the grid that hems you in - poor fish-farm thing - fed and watered from your beam of agony and all the forms below your face crawl near to see your passion and your gritted teeth, exalted by the depths you plumb the fallen heart is raised again to taste the sun and you emerge dripping but serene O triumphant one.next poem