the fog slipped through the ngates as they were yawningnadvanced across the lawn butnnever reached the house becausenthe lights came onnand split it right in twonnthe gravel made waynfor shoes that were muddynshoes that somebodyngot himself the day beforento impress the woman he was coming tonnthe waves rushed to meetnthe banks of his own seanthere was no one before younthere was no one before mennthe rust was castnfrom the door as it was openednit sounded like a casketnbut the wind picked up and mashed itnwho knows which sound was meant to make it throughnnthe frost framed the windownmaking it hard to look out ofnbut that didn't matternsometimes you know how things will endnsometimes you know when someone's in the roomnnthe fight embracednthe great old treenthere was no one before you, there was no one before menthere was no one before oyu, there was no one before me