There is a place I know of
where winters come alive...

The summer sun was broken then,
its warmth drifting...

Another man
journeyed to another land...

The morning house was dark that day,
the bedroom rank with fear...

The bells struck a silent tone
bidding sorry welcome to those...

Because there are things that make the world turn.
cash flows and revenue...

There's a time for loneliness
When skies cry and we turn inside...

Can you see it?
can you dream it...

He was very Conflicted about his brother.
A fast man...

Silver Flesh stretching taut across
Rotting, popping bones...

Tarantulas and partisans
Telling Tanks and Telephones...

We rest again in shadows
clad in cloaks of night...