a midlands town where the roots prove thin
calloused thumbs casually point out
long dusty roads straight to the expanse
and sky over sea doesn't disappoint
here unbounded power could concentrate
in one bolt of lightening to the heart
knowledge inspiring yet not frightening 
horizons indistinct no inch closer
become much more familiar with staring
and somehow the inevitable falling of dusk
feels much less certain
than these miniature waves that 'shh' at your toes
but an opera does have an end
the wolf pack moves away from it's kill
grains of sand from this particular universe
given back to the beach with each step