Weightless white floating flecks

Sweat rolling down my chest.

A ring of stone, a cone of wood

The only things, understood.

Transformation, freed through flame

Hopefully less, remains the same.


I think I’m gonna be sad

I think it’s going away-

Although I’d rather be glad

I know it’ll be okay.


Beer for brothers

Three for three.

Many things shared

Not all by me.