All’s well, I’m on my ship!

I made a rule of Okris advice, that one could travel the earth, and never be wise, Ireland

And in this journey to myself, Stralia, was to end up somewhere other, loving someone else, this buoyant energy, afloat in an inland sea

In midst of Berwick, where fog creeps over, bewitching mad party round me – Fir Bolg – be that their monstrous ancestry?

I be laughter convicted, I be song apathetically critiqued, a dance of suns, tho mocked ape,

Crest of a wave of atoms, in nuclear fission,

I’m a phoenix, winged torment, and laughter- happy, my song for g, I dance a land of suns, land on desertland, attacking me personally relentlessly in heat,

And my iron forged muscles, all’s good, and fine, and makes me mighty, and the strength of trees secret murmurs, and my heart, in harmony, I thank the Lady, and that’s why I dance, cause the daisy heads smile at me, g,

Your games funny but mad, I love being driven crazy, and it’s all alright, thoughts of your humour, the night laughs with me, my joy bright in my room tonight-

And Amerghin, one day I’ll visit you, we’ll talk mad poetry and laughter, Ireland, I’ll thank thee,