"Did they get you to trade

your heroes for ghosts

hot ash for trees

hot air for a cool breeze?"

-Pink Floyd







Walk down the narrow strait,

walk and eat the organic greens drooping off of the intrusive branches,

the intrusive branches of flailing trees that seem to leap like angry giants,

angry giants that block the path before you.



Absorb the sun as you swallow your pride.

Swallow your pride and soon you'll kiss your cares good-bye