I look to the North in the end of light
Late November scrutinized
I've been in the dusk, a hidden life
Watching ways where years go by
Getting old and blurry...
Standing in the surf, the window blows
The water falling, the wind blows
In the sound of the era she's now of a vast throat roars; uncertainty
Seeing in the dark remembered mind
In the void, the thing grows and collapses while...
Phone after a phone, the morning light
The world of water heaves inside us