Finding no takers in the arcade I stagger back onto the boardwalk Ready to pounce on the first one I'd seen, Easily the least diseased of the angels. Focussed as she was on her iPhone, Removing all her unfriended contacts, and Oblivious to the sting of salt on the wind or My words in her vacantly beautiful face, All my stumblings went unnoticed. She left the touchscreen untouched To take me in for a moment. 'I've never been to the sea,' I say finally, 'Can you walk me down to where Knowing sleeps and wondering dreams?'