we have everything we have ever seen close at hand from the streets and the walks and the fields and the tarmac to the meals and the songs and the words and the work i did and i ve told you where the dark went when i lit it and what the words were when i made then and the fire in the bold sun creaking like it s old we have everything we have ever seen close at hand from the yards and their grass and the sum of everything to the calls of the crows and the color shifts of the corn and i ve told you where the dark went when i lit it and what the words were when i made then and the fire in the bold sun creaking like it ought to creak and all ll that i could hear were birds all that i could hear were birds all that i could hear were birds but i know the sound of engines in the distance