You are the stream, the fish, the light, the pulsing shadow. You the unchanging presence, in whom all moves and changes. How can I focus my flickering, perceive at the fountain's heart the sapphire I know is there?

Not for one second will my self hold still, but wanders anywhere, everywhere it can turn. Not you, it is I am absent.

Down through the tomb's inward arch He has shouldered out into Limbo to gather them, dazed, from dreamless slumber...

Lord, not you, it is I who am absent.

I do not see why I should e'er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held …

Everything's different. You have to recognise the fact that I'm different. Time goes on, and you change. I'm coming into this as a different guy, that's probab…

He touched me... Control myself and try to act As if I remember my name But he touched me...he touched me... And suddenly nothing is the same!