is where the sea meets the sun

where I often go for a quiet run

just beyond the crowd, on stone or sand

is it fairy land, or a corner of Bandstand?

hibernaculum, is where I often go alone

it is where I go when chill I feel my bone

with my jhola tangled on my sleeve

with my heart wrenched up to bleed

hibernaculum,  save me from sin

my brain, before it stales the bin!