SOMETIMES IN DREAMS IN THE WEE HOURS DARK OF NIGHT- I CAN SEE THE PAST, PIRICE THE VAIL ONE CAN NOT FIND IN DAY’S LIGHT- I WANDER THE PATHS OF FORREST, HILL EVEN PLACES WITH NO TRAIL- BELLOWING OUT OF THEIR CANNON, HEATED BALLS SET FIRE TO OUR SAIL- THE WATER TASTE SALTY AS I […]