“Behind our eyes. Calendars of our lives. Circled with compromise. Sweet bird of time and change. You must be laughing, up on your feathers laughing. Golden in time. Cities under the sand. Power ideals and beauty fading in everyone's hand. Give me some time, I feel like I'm losing mine out here on this horizon line with the earth spinning and the sky forever rushing. No one knows they can never get that close. Guesses at most.”