Never ceasing smash the passionate oceans of my blood against the myriad dykes of my pallid skin. A raging, intemperate crash on a membraned shoreline, of littoral temples, peninsular fingertips. Tempestuous sea your thunder from land unheard your lightning but scintillae unseen extinguished your furors contained invisible, inscrutable within the temple of my sentience. And I but the numen of a tiny pond on an island in a lake engulfed, disconnected refulgent in obscurity and cheerless solipsism; the centre of concentric circles nowhere drawn. [Sun Aug 17 19:26:04 PDT 2003]