Some people sleep
Some people are alone
Some hold hands
& have their pictures taken
By friends with mobile phones
These are not deep thoughts
For as he poked fun
Her smile at once turned to stone
These are slight reliefs, & as such
They carry my now familiar drone
This place, a fairly regular keep
The leap of faith peeps
From poetry to surrealist art
A neap tide to set aside
All ideas of an infinite space
