First on written on 8/7/00 on cruise trip, inspired by "The Birds, bees, and biodata" and the stars.

So far and out
but there and between
Surely true love
is not as it seems.

For if it is
then it is the peak,
the summit of caring
which we all seek

but if that be the case
then yield me this;
is there a better
or worser of kiss?

And so if there is,
then we can have an equation
where we can count units
to no destination.

So far and out
but there and between
Surely true love
is not as it seems.

For there if it is
and is what it is
then it can't be, and will never be
that which is, that's meant for me

And if that be the truth
then what is the point,
of going on living
in this forsaken joint.

Why in the east?
Why in the west?
Why with a beast?
Why with the best?

So far and out
but there and between
Surely true love
is not as it seems.

But even if it 'tis,
So what of that?
Why hide in caves?
Why be a bat?

Is that really just?
Is it to be done?
And even if it is,
Will it be fun?

For a life all alone
is not what I want,
not here in Beaune,
nor all along.