I surface from the underground periscopes high I to eye the hue and cry entering the envelope astounded by the surround back on the merry-go-round running away – running away
Chapter Three (Part One) Slowly the mechanical sound of the street outside began to whisper to the consciousness -- coaxing it back from the furthest reaches of a sleep like death.
The symbol of the tear is one drop of the deep salty ocean of the spirit He was a river himself It comes to the surface to express both sadness and joy She had carried water with her