Twisted shadows dancing across windy skies. Rolling patterns, a cold biting breeze. A lone man locked into reality, looking for the keys.
Tumbleweed bouncing and scooting into the night. Cold hearted coyote howling at the moon, above a cliff a cry in flight, as the night hawk settles on his shoulder, it's weight feeling like doom.
The cactus began to weave and bend. The stars seemed to grow brighter, a landslide roars to it's end.
The man rose with the hawk. As one together. In knowledge: a glider, higher, higher...