I can sit on this swing and I swing (usually with the dog), not too hard. I can sit on this swing and make any number of road trips. The steller moments come after you pee. The leaves are an orchestra of disclosing the miracles, we live like wretches in the darkness, to build cold comfort, to sit around the ha ha burning, and in banishment, song to song, poetry to poetry, but where are the stories, there has to be stories, and where are the patterns among the stories, you have to have stories or you will find your validation through genocide as if it were the bulls from Barcelona.