Wishes Are Recollections Coming From The Future.

Swells, Marina? We Ocean, Depths, Marina? We Sky!

Children Are Still The Way You Were As A Child, Sad And Happy In Just The Same Way-and If You Think Of Your Childhood, You Once Again Live Among Them, Among The Solitary Children.

What Batters You Becomes Your Strength.

You Darkness, That I Come From, I Love You More Than All The Fires That Fence In The World.

Perhaps The Same Bird Echoed Through Both Of Us Yesterday, Seperate, In The Evening.