I Believe I Saw A Woodcock. He

Burn All The Maps To Your Body. I'm Not Here Of My Own Choosing.

I'll Tell You About It Because I Am Here And You Are Distant.

Our Names Were Made For Us In Another Century.

Night Was Coming On In, Borrowing The Light. It Had Started Out Borrowing Just A Few Cents Worth Of The Light, But Now It Was Borrowing Thousands Of Dollars Worth Of The Light Every Second. The Light Would Soon Be Gone, The Bank Closed, The Tellers Unemployed, The Bank President A Suicide.

Excuse Me, I Said. I Thought You Were A Trout Stream. I'm Not, She Said.