I mean, are someone who believes you know rather like Arthur Curslew, you know the Idea of coincidence almost revealing a web of reality Oh absolutely, absolutely There's no such thing as coincidence No judgement from the moon Protected profane gate Attracted to the cause, as lost as I am late Wildflowers are the bed, your soft and silent head is dreaming of a cow Eternal by the lake, we watch the painter paint, imagining release happening with peace The water from your skin drips towards the sand, showering the ants We took our time