it came on tuesday when harmonic dreams had meaning by wednesday night the sense had crept away i always see you as a young man as i read them i wrote that down so some part of you remained i keep his words and i eat them when i need them they fill the space when i have nothing left to say i have no shape these scribblings that surround me secure the heads though the frame shrinks by the day and so i wrote sat on stone steps in the harbour not fully grown though it seems like yesterday in the beginning there was hope and all the world was mine a fluttering palace of flax and rope and all the world was mine in the beginning the figurehead spoke and all the world was mine a chart with a line scribed bold unbroken and all the world was mine in the beginning you helmed the role and all the world was mine in the beginning there was hope and all the world was my design i keep his words and i eat them when i need them they fill the space what a stupid thing to say  all my dreams are loving angels coming here in such disguise