It couldn't whistle br as nature's wind br whirling shadowed dust br for breathing and disappearing br br It couldn't be br as proverbial evil wind br straying fickle-minded br faith believers br br It couldn't hiss br the leaves of the pines; br pushing oceans waves br into storms br br Confusing, now, but it's not br to chase the wind br in mountain dusk br here in biographical track br transforming wind into dreams br dark and lights........ br br Narrating my self-alternating pasts.