Grim streets of bright sun
Fade in my time
Small sea change changing
The spring sprung
The space of space is peace
Down home, up and away
Drawing on water
I'm painting on water
Clouding the silver lining
Lying prone on full fuel
More said, less done
Photographs out of a speeding car window
Move the body to rest the soul
Daily personal resurrection
Soon it will be fire
Fire, fire
Fire, fire