It's always been change
for you my stillness...

If I could know you
as the wind knows the air...

In contemplation of decimation
I wonder if I'd dread...

The trick of it is
diminishment of once was great...

I reached out
phantom like...

Memories, like accidents,
not the feelings of "features&quot...

Such a gift be the lesser
malformed luckless lonely souls...

Oh how Spiritual
look the beautiful...

The lightening snaps
Thunder does bang...

Go quietly then you'll find no barking,
sneak from hill to ditch eyes lowered...

When cradles and graves seem fable
age invisible behind well and able...

Aw yeah man
I ain’t angry at them...