(Jackson)
Oceans drifting sideways; I am pulled into the spell:
I feel you around me - I know you well.
Stars slice horizons where the lines stand much too stark
I feel I am drowning - hands stretch in the dark...
Camps of panoply and majesty, what is freedom of choice?
Where do I stand in the pageantry; whose is my voice?
It doesn't feel so very bad now - I think the end is the start...
Begin to feel very glad now:
All things are A part
All things are apart
All things are A part