The coastline was on our minds,nRock meeting water, sand represent time.nI saw a man by the ocean,nHe was weathered like a fire burned through him,nOld hunger there.nnPast all the grasses and into dark,nWe saw cabins on the roadside,nMaybe a dead writer’s house,nClimbing up and down these walls,nWe descended into bays stocked full of fog.nAnd which would be the one to remember,nAs the best parts of these endeavors…nnWe have to get our horse to stable,nAnd saddle her so she is able,nBeen riding through the desert and canyons,nWe’ve seen destruction brought on by delusion.