A Plague Of Lighthouse-Keepers:(ix) Land's End (Sineline)

( 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