we knew it was going to be a long winter snow swallowed a mud sucked boot and yeah we knew that we'd get through but still lose something somehow like a bad bet won on a dumb dare wiser but wondering why survive what you don't have to? what's it prove? and what now? what would jesus do? hell he'd go to the desert las vegas los alamos some place bets are happily lost to the flat pan the mesa the hugeness the bone-bleached and blueness a place to bake back into something fresh flaky and true a body of christ why not? amen again