Sometimes your tide pulls me out to sea

"I was not put here by anyone in fear. I came alone as me, just an idea, in a long chain of discovery. Surrounded by the same... you.

Sometimes your tide pulls me out to sea, and I die in a thrashing curse. Sometimes we are kind.

More often I doze so far up the beach that those who try to reach are burnt alive in the searing heat of the desert of my dispassion.

So far removed. I never hear the water except maybe once or twice a month when I see a mirror. And I refuse to believe in some of the things that are said to be here - let alone those that are not.

I am trying to change my direction. Ours is pathetic, in my own humble estimation.

I love the planet, the great benign she-wolf, benefactor, spinning gently on towards the red giant four aeons hence. When all the rose gardens are consumed in the flash-fire of flying time, she'll leave alone too..."

The great Roy Harper

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