I have visions of cutthroat trout; br Of crimson bellies fighting the strong br Cold current to the death. br br I shall dream tonight meaningless br Round and oblong dreams, swirling br In pools of righteousness, and backwaters br Of silken, black, careening emptiness, br br Until the stream sweeps me down to the lake, br Or until I struggle upward, always higher, br To the spillway at the base of the dam.