Mat
Truth
Cannot long
Be hidden
The dead shall
Rise
The sleepers shall awaken
And you know it Boots planted in the snow Facing
the afternoon Sun
My FaTher in
Heaven Above
and Below
Cold Crisp Air
Warm Glowing Heart
Beating Sea Salt
Blood Leaves Veins
Rustling Dead Ali V e &
A Dry Cry In The Breeze
Composing on a Cellular Phone
A Text Message To My
Self Bodily Warmth Fading Back to hiking now