gone all the way over

gone to the other shore



like a mantra the waves

roll in and she listens

to hear that eternal

sweet low repetition she says



I? carefully booting

my trail through the sand

crossing the dunes over repossessed land



gone, gone, gone all the way over

gone to the other shore



while dead sharp I wait

she says all these questions

are useless to ask

make one fine scrapcollection she says



floodgate of memories

comes to a hold

dead sharp I wait till the story unfolds



like a mantra the waves

roll in and she listens

to hear that eternal

sweet low repetition