GloMag GloMagDecember2018 - Page 168

To Michael flying, Michael riding… Michael who haunts the streets of New York, who lies awake all night in Boston. To Michael who sees with the third eye. I gave you my love. In this city with seven million shouts, cars honking, helicopters circling, trains rumbling by. In that rush of day as the sun pours down, we escape to the beach, to our ocean. 168