Welcome to landmass. Or take a good day. Any day you like. In picking locks. They're all the same. Rolled to one. Crossing lines at a time. Collecting and connected. To the outside I left behind. In a sense. We never went anywhere special at least. You build the fire. And I'll burn the food. After all what did we learn. A crossing that links lines left at a time. Dates and times and sets and places. Tracing lines on aging faces. Thot down if you call me up tonight. With liberty song in rhyming tongue.