The old mind recedes with the tide and in the shallows urchins gasp crab, starfish drown in the air, a new freedom It would be a simple thing to take your hand and be your friend if the moon did not compel me I can not think of what to say Perhaps it does not matter, perhaps it does as the body, on a wet rock, becomes self-conscious 2. I sit sweating in the sunlight thinking it is good for me
9-10 October 1980