Song Of Zarathustra Save Our Ship
what if these words are wasted? possibly. It deserves no
breathing space here.Possibly it knows no one here. It
could be some time now, but time for now is wasted too
long. And what is this that we speak of? Could it be the
place or thing? Could it be it has no name? This is us
with no space. This is us with nothing. Perhaps this is
you or me.
