A Plague Of Lighthouse-Keepers:(vii) (Custard's) Last Stand

( Hammill ) Lighthouses might house the key but can I reach the door? I want to walk on the sea so that I may better find a shore... but how can I ever keep my feet dry? I scan the horizon I must keep my eyes on all parts of me. Looking back on the years it seems that I have lost my way; like a dog in the night, I have run to a manger; now I am the stranger I stay in...ah, well. All of the grief I have seen leaves me chasing solitary peace but I hold experience in my head I'm too close to the light I don't think I see right for I blind me...