You Can Count How Many

We'd Just Shared The Last Beer And Slung The Empty Can Out The Window At A Stop Sign And Were Just Waiting Back To Get The Feel Of The Day, Swimming In That Kind Of Tasty Drowsiness That Comes Over You After A Day Of Going Hard At Something You Enjoy Doing -- Half Sunburned And Half Drunk And Keeping Awake Only Because You Wanted To Savor The Taste As Long As You Could.

To Vik Lovell Who Told Me Dragons Did Not Exist, Then Led Me To Their Lairs.

Listen, Wait, And Be Patient. Every Shaman Knows You Have To Deal With The Fire That's In Your Audience's Eye.

Marvelous Wonders Don't Have To Happen Of A Sudden, The Way They Do In The Arabian Nights. They Can Also Take A Long Time, Like Crystals Growing, Or Minds Changing, Or Leaves Turning. The Trick Is To Keep An Eye Peeled, So They Don't Slip By Unappreciated.

But If The Strength Ain't Real, I Recall Thinking The Very Last Thing That Day, Before I Finally Passed Out, Then The Weakness Sure Enough Is. Weakness Is True And Real. I Used To Accuse The Kid Of Faking His Weakness. But Faking Proves The Weakness Is Real. Or You Wouldn't Be So Weak As To Fake It. No, You Can't Ever Fake Being Weak. You Can Only Fake Being Strong. . .