The Obscure Blindness's Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Lost in the deep symbols of the deep
Vermillion deep,
But diving again, diving forever wishing
For the jewelry chests of her
Heart:
There are sirens and chases around her:
Little boys are playing dark games even
Though they cannot swim-
I feel awful when I disturb them; yet I
Go beneath the lion fish,
And through the spokes of bicycles
In a lucid dance of scribbles, knowing
That she grows her gardens in the obscure
Blindness’s of these depths.