"In the heart of your heart
Your eye remains
Is that hurt you? Is that blister you call loveless?
Your whole life is a cold slow shock
Your whole life is a cold slow shock
Take all your time
Track the shabby shadow down
Through hissy mists of history
The dreamer is still dreaming "
fc about this playing around with "shabby" ,
where is the essence, the blossoming life,
the eruption of joy, the coming out of past and complaining?
