(a year ahead) ...& a light is crushin' through, going out & Flying ("Down so soon?"). A ripple in the stares Is reining, too (the 'passed' was played (it smoked & stayed!).). "I'm glad I rolled; I'm glad you came." But, has it ever been darker than today? Morning: bring us back to find innocence as A word, as a kind, arced, up in a northern town, Holding up. Face-down: '... a sure little wonder,' we'd been Told, 'where mystery walks so mean & low.' ("Hello..."): I remember nothing I tried to speak, Always stirring. Couldn't you stand a little sleep? "I came home on an inside line. But, how'd you Know? How'd you believe?