"Though I can't put my hands on you, I can feel you now In the bones and the blood flowing, needles on the ground. In the ether I sail to you, floating on the fumes, Run aground on the shore for you, simple wreckage.Taree, walk out and raise the road To my tilted shadow. I only know I've made it home When I drown in your ghost light."
January 1, 1970