Do you like my poem called Night Fishing?

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We reached the canal after an hour drive
Through the spooky countryside of Surrey
As night came on. We were going to fish
Through the night (when the fish bite the most)
And we know the spot we had chosen was isolated.
We knew we wouldn't see anyone we knew.
We knew life was going to be different night fishing.
You get to see the sunset and the dawn -
The water and the water side and the fields
Fall away from normal sight into something else
Taking on a vibration, a churchyard craziness.
Life can be spent staring at bricks and plastic
Or divulging secretly in wishes, musts, desires -
Oh so lonely, I have fallen away many times.
City miles away, could be crying -
But we were transported to the new world of canal
And carp cruising beneath the surface and strange
Animals rustling through stranger bushes, scaring us.
But fear when night fishing is suspended from reaching
Terror because the night takes on forms that
Seem to give strength. Sitting there,
You can settle into a kind of trance that combines
Excessive beauty, excessive companionship, excessive peace,
But also, at times, perhaps for ten minutes ever few hours,
Excessive sadness as well.
 
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