Winter Came,
Littered on the Concrete Floors as Light Peeked in from it's overcast hidey hole burnt by the suns wish to warm a frigid landscape,
Marking sticks marked territory and then marked new doorways to let rushing feeling overwhelm the barricades of the heart and let themselves Sprawl along the walls in a wrapped Beauty,
A soul made of the Universe's Particles of Time Space and Continuum and legend and intimate understanding guided My hands seeking strolls through the particulate of the East Coast air,
I washed up in a Warehouse of brilliance surrounded by powers of lightning and rhythms of purpose,
My bank Account looked like the carcass of a turtle left on the Road and not helped across, thunder struck by the wheels of a Nascar Sticker Bearing pick up, but it didn't phase me when the wind singed my ears with bitter frost and I knew I was alive,
I knew I was alive,
I knew I was alive,
I knew I was more than the sum of my parts and the sum of the parts of the possibilities that had surrounded me to drive to this moment of old meets new meets right now,
I knew it was a doorway, sculpting and carving a landscape from the flat high impact concrete floor with paint covered shoes and an invigorating series of morning breathes,
after prayer, and caffeine, and panic, and triumph,
I threw it all into that which was right in front of me, and I received it all as it was meant to be,
Fulfilled until the next empty tank,
They Always See it, and They Always Guide me Through.