nothings ensconced nothings entrenched nothings entangled or twisted or wrenched everything smoothly flows right through my head what i hoped might linger is swept off instead tunnels and channels and chasms and rifts shiny smooth streams and unclimbable cliffs i see you there ever so slowly being drawn to the sea as if by some signal thats unheard by me i stand on a featureless sheet of blue stone and then for one instant im not quite alone your hand is extended but then you rescind and you like my thoughts are borne off by the wind1