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!