The flow and ebb wind circles in the mind Biding time, and filling the spaces that rewind Through glistening trees on the shores of hippocampus Until they can no longer pass on Their tales in the sun Their sheltered little words That echo on throughout the world To see that all is here To be here some day again The world will carry on Until all hope is gone Itβs tangled in the beaches Itβs tangled in the tents Itβs tangled up in the fault lines In itβs own magnificence Electric whale lines leaping From the oceans to the seas I feel my heart beat weakening I feel it calling to the breeze