I just can't see why you can't see what I mean,. But I can't make things any plainer, the words get in the way -. Is that quite what I mean?. If not now, then certainly sooner or later.
Dance in Sand and Sea. So here we are, or rather, here I am, quite alone,. I'm seeing things that were shared before, long ago. My memory stretches and I am dazed: you know I know.
Pretty keen, yes, my hobby keeps me busy. And if I talk to myself, what's the crime. In the darkroom I am a dealer in space and time. When all memory is mellowed.
I stood alone upon the highest cliff-top,. Looked down, around, and all that I could see. Were those that I would dearly love to share with. Crashing on quite blindly to the sea.