|Meal Beach, Burra Isles, Shetland by Robin Gosnall|
is it a dream written in part?
a can of paint sprayed away the blues
my body is an outsider in that cold beach
I play a part
such an intimate feeling
fearsome instincts are here to stay
what use is sprees of adventure?
"no one reserves the right to mock-
to cross that line,
bury yourself in sand first"