I saw the lies floating on the sea breeze, as I stood with arms wide in a field— stifled and complacent I watched those lies drift further along the path of the Valley, knowing every step I could stop them, following them—but hoping that you would become real, Big Brother’s watching—every moment, every second, every minute, every hour— [am I doing something wrong?]—[am I doing something you don’t like?]—follow your every instruction and the lies drifting past my eyes will continue to be real— happiness before my very eyes at last. Standing on the seashore, Julia— silent as millstone, Julia— magnet of broken men, Julia, lay down next to Egypt on the ocean floor— “send a couple rats,†said Julia— honestly, I’d probably done the same— who do you think needs you more? Awash in the subtleties of the sea, smelling the fragrance of sex and adultery, you slit my wrists for me, left me for the police to beat— [holy to the Lord on the bells of horses!]— safely on the shore we sank like stones to the bottom of a made up potion!