I found myself lying on the balcony,. Stripling terror, naked to the bone;. The secret asteroid jungle nearly done for me -. I saw it all just a moment ago..
Existence is a stage on which we pass. a sleepwalk trick for mind and heart:. it's hopeless, I know,. but onward I must go. and try to make a start. at seeing something more than day to day.
I don't know quite what's happening. and my eyes don't see too clear;. all I know is I need you here,. if only to shield me from the mood of the world.
Look at the candle, as it's life is bought,. as the wick just rolls of and dies;. look at the wax-drops as they cease from their goal. and the game they were playing loses its joy.