the horizon will be bent   the sun will always, and,   there's still a thousand birds singing:   "nothing, nothing, nothing,   nothing nothing, nothing"   -tweet, tweet-      a raft by itself   a raft amongst many   and most things still run, and most things still run and   happen, happen, happen - happen, happen, happen   .afterwards.      the stars were out last night and dim   and a million years ago   and no one is out there!   and someone is out there!   and we document it well, we document it well   and happen...happen....happen....happen   1.happen 2.happen 3.happen 4.happen 5.happen 6.happen and      afterwaaards i know that it's not a summer rain   anymore   afterwards i know that   it's not a summer rain anymore