Barrow Fields put me on the front line leave me with a dumb mind

jest laik th' seeed,

ai'm chasink th' won~der,

ai unravel maiseeelf,

ol in slo' mo~tion...

and with the drop of his voice - that last over-enunciated consonant - the bard let his long legs give under his heated weight, and so the pile of off-color cords and debris that was he came to lean fully against a mound, still oblivious as his tongue rolled out to cool.