Further down,
treasures loom, including dead spavined horses.
Estaminets run under siege of currents with crested
bubbles, and hybrid specimens of thereunder
mock my search.

Further down,
beyond the course of Kamby Bolongo,
the icy-blackness of cold pollution,
visceral festivities of committed oath —

to search, ponder and assimilate
this fretting heat, embered and bellowed
through the cistern of FURTHER DOWN...

Deep.