I've fallen three miles now... and still I can't shake this dragon,
but the end is coming like a flood. This is going to be a year for
growing and the greatest amount of forgetting. My sea is drying, but
death is a doorway,
and at the very root of me I know this.
It's the greatest reminder. What a broad world to roam in,
what a sea to swim in, so I begin with the end in mind.
