Stiv Bators saidsimilar to something I've readto all the ideas that have fedlike life on the skidsall the way back to the pyramidsWe use the mind to confusenever lose unless we choosethe path of leastlike famine or feastlike bread made with yeastAt the dawn of a new yearwhen all seems to be clearthen suddenly haze obscures the viewcapable of reimagining the newinstead of losing ground as beforewe attempt to even the scorebut that would be a futile attemptfrom which many would be exemptto return to Stiv and what he sang back thenthere is a method and let's not try to pretend