Twist your neck like an owl back to when you collected days like squirrels.

            When time was weak and green, unable to burn for anything.

            Wash your shoes, you've walked on all the dead of the world,

            and it's catching. Take time, as long as no one sees you

            Use your eyes like shovels, dig through the smog, the muck
            in your head and see the mountains beyond the skyscrapers.

            Something is rising like bread within you, but the slightest noise...