The first fish br I ever caught br would not lie down br quiet in the pail br but flailed and sucked br at the burning br amazement of the air br and died br in the slow pouring off br of rainbows. Later br I opened his body and separated br the flesh from the bones br and ate him. Now the sea br is in me: I am the fish, the fish br glitters in me; we are br risen, tangled together, certain to fall br back to the sea. Out of pain, br and pain, and more pain br we feed this feverish plot, we are nourished br by the mystery.