I have a friend
I’ve never seen
He hides his head
inside a dream
Someone should call him
and see if he can come out.
Try to lose
the down that he’s found.
-neil young
following the line of the tide reclining
living on the fat of the sweet sun shining
drawing on the times aligning
walking on the long horizon
there’s a little black spot in the sky with diamonds
living off the fat of the sweet sun shining
drawn upon the times colliding
walking on the wide horizon
-the books