we all get here eventually beginnings and endings are all the same blips on radar screens on and off again forgetting the before and after and in between

what happens between flashes of light is the mystery of darkness where we become who we really are where there lost in the dark we are always found

make your middles count the riddle of the hill is in the climbing the quickest way down is to bow

sand becomes the glass and the glass returns to sand like three vultures up in the tree behind my house still no not yet boys maybe next year

make your middles count the riddle of the hill is in the climbing the quickest way down is to bow

epw 4.19.08 perrysburg, oh