Where you had to arrive at a time of consciousness where all you could do was observe. Flashes would come in the way of scenery, scented by earth and blue pine.
A red and yellow tree in autumn, so that it was o blaze or only appeared that way. Early autumn when the daylight hours are still long and the night just seems to take them over.
Tilting in, the sound of animals as they tried to out-race the rise of the coming moon. For a river becomes older and wiser than any owl. And the moon is there, always keeping things astir.
Your past are fires, that many others would have mistaken for demons... all the stars, so that they all must just repeat somewhere. Never being any less present until overtaken by a brighter light.

We talk about water and the way it gets you to want to dine, the fish, those are food
The fishes, those are learning to breathe air, giant lips that gulp at each bulge of dark water, having no sense of death—
Not yet, they float out on their sides
  past an inlet our eyes past a ship, then back to our own business.  The planet is melting, this holds no fear for some
But in others changed their souls
   A puzzle of crossed words
punishment and broken promises
   this earth, little by little
Since the beginning