Staring long, eyes strain to see. The crackling waves buzz in over me. Sailing into the black and white, they shoot back out as furious light. Flaming fast and blazing free, red fingers swarm all over me. Lighting up, I'm breaking down. A smouldering shadow on singed black ground. And I'm feeling burnt. Now I'm floating ash. Daylight bends down on red knees. The twilight stains me in a grey sea. The jet-streams pass, cold-shouldering me. The cresting waves turn face and leave. And I'm feeling burnt as I fall back down. And I fall apart. And I blow away.