Barreled playing reminiscent of original daydreams but retarded by bigger desires and obligations If you could choose to return to the place where everything could be wanted, would you? From the position of some limited fulfillment? Risk. I never arrived at the horizon but saw of it plenty, in passing In me, the need to work it to handle it to pull it to yank it around the yard Even test, or give it a go, at least Lich of the heading the shedding behind troughs and supremely forgotten instruments Child of the least-though-of places still a bit insistent upon them upon his own illumination