Who Are You? The Band Sang. I

I Took The Volume To A Table, Opened Its Soft, Ivory Pages... And Fell Into It As Into A Pool During Dry Season.

Like A Kid Kicked Out Of Class. Humiliated And Free.

No Matter Where I Was, My Compass Pointed West. I Would Always Know What Time It Was In California.

Their Love As A Dragonfly, Skimming Over Echo Park, Stoppin To Visit The Lotus. Eating Dreams And Drinking Blue Sky.

Memory Is The Fourth Dimension To Any Landscape.