yet spring dust all alive simply broke in the ivy fume
look close at me very nicely done as the clock flipped done
shape
sharp
arm me with harmony
disaster bleeds
common court quiver through the mist
a challenge to be free is a question of time
spark a song towards freedom
in the immense of the potter's field
awake to the light been blown away
check the news let out the brash pilgrim to a wandering spear


Dig if you will a field,
walk away from me the dozen felt hug
shapes of current in the marsh hidden plains
cobwebs in from the pines of death door fling
band as if rested the current war wage lingers flare

Fleetwood Mac needs Stevie Nicks even if she calls it kicked
look to eyes simply parting in the fullest flow
nestled in the overtones