One's Not Half Two. It's Two Are

All Which Isn't Singing Is Mere Talking... And All Talking's To Oneself Alone But The Very Song Of (as Mountains Feel And Lovers) Singing Is Silence.

For Whatever We Lose (like A You Or A Me), It's Always Our Self We Find In The Sea.

And It's You Are Whatever A Moon Has Always Meant And Whatever A Sun Will Always Sing Is You

Guilt Is The Cause Of More Marauders Than History's Most Obscene Disauders

Maggie And Milly And Molly And May Went Down To The Beach (to Play One Day) And Maggie Discovered A Shell That Sang So Sweetly She Couldn't Remember Her Troubles, And Milly Befriended A Stranded Star Whose Rays Five Languid Fingers Were And Molly Was Chased By A Horrible Thing Which Raced Sideways While Blowing Bubbles And May Come Home With A Smooth Rounded Stone As Small As A World And As Big As Alone. For Whatever We Loose (like A You Or A Me) It Is Always Ourselves We Find In The Sea.