we swam way out and he was as calm as the water and terns and gulls were wheeling catching insects and diving for fish and a wanderer butterfly flew inches over my face butterfly stroked watching mister following. thought about the world running down and the importance of dreaming even forgetting for meanwhile regeneration is still taking place. that's what i was thinking in the place of last night's dreams which were many and which flowed away with a wake i follow like mister, the terns, the gulls, the butterflies.