I saw my mother in the sun sitting on the concrete mound near the neatly aranged stations up the hil. I saw her waiting not looking I was hot under my uniform and she was waiting ...

I was dug up from the sand screwed right inside grease I could shiver. sitting on the concrete mound where the pillars should have been the stations of a funicular neatly arranged up hill.

... and we lost the cables without movement and I know I will grow this way this way alone and we lost the cables and we lost control and we are falling _