Short and Savory.

Read this about 15 times over and over. It speaks miles to me, and I don't even know why... I also didn't like it until about a week or so after I had written it. Maybe that is important too.

In great and windy,
roaring nights
our hearts our beats
buried, steeped
swirled, lost
and
carried on
through seas of stars
lanes of trees
miles of road
and leagues
of nights like these!

Also, it is important to imagine me belting this out naked on the top of a mountain in a moses-brings-down-the-commandments fashion. (Sorry for the blaspheme...it increases emphasis! or something...)