Dieppe (agora, sim...) again the last ebb the dead shingle the turning then the steps towards the lights of old * my way is in the sand flowing between the shingle and the dune the summer rain rains on my life on me my life harrying fleeing to its beginning to this end my peace is there in the receding mist when I may cease from treading these long shifting thresholds and live the space of a door that opens and shuts Samuel Beckett --------