"Inhabited island."

[Ris Yerg]

Sun, wind, sea.
Surf, sand, grass.
Wood, glade, hut.
I'm alone.
I'm on my own
Inhabited island ...
With incarnation
Of my dirty thoughts.

Herr Freud!
You were
Not right!

[billy]

very sparse

at 1st i thought the last 3 lines unnecessary but after a
few reads they begin to work really well and tie in with the 1st verse.
thanks for the read as always ris

[Ris Yerg]

Thank you, Billy!
R.Y.