the shed of electrofried

  two hundred years tilling this soil my stiff knees the last to bend   two hundred years of buried treasure raised to the light   two hundr...

    i was in the dreaming held in a scream as the hammer beat my aching neck time and time again   i was old i was young i was in this dream...

     

   

they're all packed up now tears and laughter joys and grief a house bustling with children street parties and barbecues ...