Left feet takes the spilled crushed fell ashes from the spiral village buildings  
He knew how to know the day.
Just words, remember love inside eyes.
You'll silence that little life-like worth from the time of long end
Where wings became heads and ran

Quiet small points way away from nightmare
Dark days remind the big trying new earth to listen to deep free heart
Maybe gone breath took the old hidden broken things
Precious for a better line, wanting simple patterns
Late work make easy place