On an Unknown Beach - Amanda Palmer

I’m a pale intruder on an unknown beach

My back to the water, my feet in the sand

Finding no recognition

As each sign of life

Invades the precision of this aging land

An abandoned flipper in a world of storms

There’s a man on the shoreline

With a white parakeet

Trying to make his bird go home

With increasing continuity endless space

Gazes 'round the periphery not disheartened

Wearing it’s most inexpressible face

My instinct is double as the waves roll by

But my vision is halved

And the foam in the green, as the insects

Talk to the blazing sky

Wax in the ear, stitch in the side

Wolves are feast for the blind

Under and over, the why and the wherefore

Easy to sit back with time

Driving discussions like cranes

Through the car park, setting them all in a line

All interceding, not yet proceeding

Misleading doubts in the mind

I’m a pale intruder on an unknown beach

My back to the water, my feet in the sand

Finding no recognition

As each sign of life

Invades the precision of this aging land