The Boat Poem by Pierre Rausch

It dawns on me
What would happen
Lust for life
I just disappear
Below the water
Slip from these shoulders
Did that sometimes
This is an instant
Can we really go
In a voice so low
Could claim victory
The sentence that insisted
They came on foot
The sane gates working
Before and after
The doorway herself
Of the bedside table
That you don't know
A white shaker, three parts
All of them different
Find it interesting
Wondered in the sleeping manner
Moving out, taking an hotel
At the mouth only
How shall this be interpreted?
That is something