My companion had too
much sense to admit
a visitor to our
bed or dream that
we might perish together.
In donkey jacket and
silver raincoat we set
out upon a spiral
path which led from
London to the coast
and back to a
city which had taken
on the appearance of
a left handed drawing.
We made one wasteful
move after another out
of a timid restlessness
and the growing necessity
not to be traced.