In soft brown sand, by the beach,
out of which a hand did reach;
after all the winds of life had blown,
to me who walked the dusty shore,
another from the sea was thrown.
They all will fail, though, like the sun,
forever turning, forever dumb;
forever one plus two plus one.
One plus two perhaps, and three,
divide and add up destiny.
Until it’s simple—
one plus two,
with no more left for man to do.
Like the planets, rising stars,
set along with great God Mars.
They pass by; in time, are lost;
another zero for the cause.
Their voices trail off like a birds,
obscured by sounds which mourn;
the birds come back to sing, to laugh,
to sing and laugh while it still lasts.