On the Shore

Dont know why I like these bits so much...

"You sit at the edge of the world,
I am a crater that's no more,
Words without letters
Standing in the shadow of the door

The moon shines down on a sleeping lizard,
little fish rain down from the sky.
Outside the window there are soldiers,
steeling themselves to die.

(refrain)

Kafka sits in a chair by the shore,
Thinking of the pendulum that moves the world, it seems.
The shadow of the unmoving sphinx,
Becomes a knife that peirces your dreams

the drowning girl's fingers
Search for the entrance stone, and more
Lifting the hem of her azure dress,
She gazes-
at Kafka on the shore."

***

"If talent is a kind of natural engery, doesn't it have to find an outlet?"

"I dont know" he replies. "Nobody can predict where talents headed. Sometimes it simply vanishes. Other times it sinks down under the earth like an underground stream and flows off who knows where."