Crawling, on the planet's face. Some insects, called the human race. Lost in time, and lost in space... and in meaning.
Criminologist from The Rocky Horror Picture Show
The sounds of the ocean soothe,
No word is interchangeable here,
No man second to another,
In perfect love and perfect trust.
We see through a glass, darkly,
A face arcing larger than the silver screen
Curses nature’s endless roar.
Scarcity might determine the path
as well as a woman’s tender manner.
It all can be conjured
Unlike the missing singer of Vermeer,
And whatever else is held captive.
Know I love the magic in you
Like the drunken song of the absent sea.