“The panic bird just flew inside my chest. Some days it lights inside my brain, but today it’s in my bonehouse, rattling ribs like a birdcage.”  Robert Phillips

“Now as the dark gathers into the sky
and legions of might go thundering by
regions of light grow dim and then die
and we with our wings
wait for morning to fly.

Here where the angels
have appeared and are gone
your face like an ember
glows in the dawn
But I want you to remember
all wild deeds live on
all good times, all good friends
all good things got to come to an end.”
Jackson Browne