At the end of the world, A moonlit rock, I lay down, Whispering secrets to the waves, Each one a tank of wild life, Crashing reminders of an existence, More vast than whispers through the trees.
- Andre Breton
At the end of the world, A moonlit rock, I lay down, Whispering secrets to the waves, Each one a tank of wild life, Crashing reminders of an existence, More vast than whispers through the trees.