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