and so the tide

and so the tides crash on and on as i lay bunked to the ground like a sullen doormouse against the wind and rain there would be rain soon if the skies knew themselves but all are lost in this time of twistings and vectors of disease i hope my they find themself safe in their lodgings so that they may send me their new addresses and friendship through pendmanship can comence though not on horse back but rather horsepower back i have the preservations of the dead pressed into a bookmark to send away with him when he settles in