Like the bare tree waiting for spring.

And it's just a box of rain.

Sun rising in haze.

Times are tighter than ever.

Today I put my phone down It didn't have a cord attached So who knows where it might end up Just a table, just a table out of view Our perceptions weaken as we stray from those we've known Different men we become, stronger yet frailer, all at once I used to be a dreamer, an optimist Someone you might say, was full of shit But you really never know how the world can change, because the world never ceases to change every day I put my phone down, and the river's frequency is louder now I wish I never let go of those dreams, what were they any how? •

 I left my phone inside today Where did I put it any way?

Such elegiac violence.

In the timbers of Fennario.

Zoom out, zoom in, sit still, dance.

This current's strong so I learn to row.

Time intimately weaves through you.

The compass always points to Terrapin.

Pure absence, without expectation.

Trees said their smarts aren't in the books they wrote.

You got to deep-six your wristwatch.

Fall be kind.

Life is worth much more than gold.

Time is all we got.

Althea told me.