And the road  

Away from here seems 

Broad and straight and sweet 

The fear of ridicule  

The grieving sky flies above all other 

Warning disregarded 

Mysterious majesty malevolent sky 

Strong as a beating heart 

Tree crashing 

Clean clouds 

Kill or catch 

Fairly good in the clouds 

Sag harbor is as big as an oak tree 

Path kicks rocks and stones 

The evil child had no tree falling  

Rich browns and a hundred variations of red and sliver gray 

Land of milk and honey 

Rabbits and small birds 

Swept clean of clouds  

The night was loaded with omens 

Blown in the glass bum relax and go along