confined version Wintry Trees, sun dry breeze, I remember those days like, Rememories Rays, bleached white by the sun and always in fun when looking back from behind its so easy to find the comfort and strength that was lost on the way. Tipi'ed slick arches, funeral niceties, and arks the winds of those days smelt strongly of hay and mildewy bark comes up from the yard and bicycle tracks, become ventures of blasted fireworks in the sky, the mountains that where crispy on high, and the way that they spoke in whispers and pokes Today was OK, yesterday a mile away as you sit on the porch and watch us all scorch that mid sewage, night the gnatty hairs of Erie untied, a blood colored water was the scene for that Opera, Of course it was fun the stars were on the run, sitting in that car, pumpkins roaring hard I could see for a light year those beams crossing desert ink jet void. It trickles and tickles the wick is gone thin and lurid yesterday is expressionless and dim.