Go a little slower up the bigger hill and there is more to see heavier feelings ride lighter as glaciers are relatives of the sun, third cousin, twice removed, from a family that gave up the trees in exchange for blue and lucidity scratched across the other side of a not-yet-state who would mess a con to commit a sin where trout and farms will ever win a game infinite but now it's ending lost to timing the world is rending and yet we hide between these mounds earthy bluebird coffee grounds.