the female voice became my tether, motionless. weightless as motive.   tho dark little, those evil in the cave. dark little those evil in the cave.   so I would know and vow to overcome   my own dark self   in time decay - & endless day out to desert / metaphorical sea. still to complain water is not tbe world   to guess at where the walk will end. near the sea?   by that ancient grave in anglesey?   no answer when the minds in motion toward its awkward testament   -it will not end