Farewell, Julie, farewell.

Place your lips of turquoise,

or of alabaster stone, or whatever,

upon mine once again,

only to eat cake of past proverbs.

Stand again upon

the ground you have made

from that heart below you head

and Iíll watch you

slip beneath the waves.

One clock beneath the ocean

and one across the sea

Bound by circumstance

Parted by consequence.



Ft. Knox