J.H. Prynne - Living In History lyrics

Walk by the shore, it is a cool image, of water a bearing into certain distinctions, as the stretch, out there the temple of which way he goes; and cannot shake the haze, from a list of small flames. He wants only the patient ebb, as following the shore: that's not honest, but where his foot prints and marks his track in the fact of the evening the path where he grabs at motion, like a moist plant or the worth, of hearing the tide come in. Walk on it, being a line, of rest and distinction, a hope now lived up to, a coast in awkward singular desires thigh-bone of the world