Aton

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

Trudging down the trail                           In your dream drum foreSt