CLOAK/5.7

Into the picturesque bay by the rivermouth city the forest has been discharging nothing but a steady trickle of rejected personalities.
Life in the rivermouth city suffers the failures of commerce.
My port is past it, left to yellowing decay, a smuggler's rest in the making.
Of course I am almost limiting myself through continued exploration as it is all I know.
I should just put an awning on this little boat, and a glass bottom—
it's very scenic and picturesque there in the bay that laps at the steps of the rivermouth city,
postcard pretty place of views, The Sun Casts Its Fiery Net Upon the Waves
then just beyond, like a bulkhead door, the forest.
Paddle paddle up the tenebrous flumes to the site of the fellings—why is so little coming downstream? Not even motion, or only enough to demonstrate resistance. A veritable descent, these flashes of last night's dreams like gas bubbles rising off the vasty day
the surface gloom, the viscous shallows
Chookatick the little motor leaves a trail of spit midstream and I'm eye level with the lips around the blowguns hidden on the shroudy banks—
Tickachook another near miss.
What does it matter that I had the idea to do this, what possible difference could it make not just to anyone else but even to me? Another period of time during which I turned down invitations and under-earned—my excuse, I was riverbank bound, waiting for the fellings.
I was there, leaning on my grappling hook and pondering, as usual, the incompetence of the loggers these days—
What is this a labor action? Not enough palms being greased more likely, straight on to one of those smart-mouth epidemics—probably a mad-eyed ringleader with dreams of being received at court spouts delirium exhortations to marshal the despised, then uses them as transport
when it occured to me—
maybe things are very bad in there, maybe some awful erosion of qualities—
these nothing limbs—
maybe an overpopulation of centaurs has survived a nymph-destroying plague.
From the interior, up towards the site of the fellings, there was a bellowing I could hear as headache.