Look how river is inky coal water, dot-dot-dotted with star-shine, glittery eyed by Mrs Moon. Up there, down here. Funny how things do that. Here… there. It’s like when I said about river being music, like when we played toe fish, like how putting hand on tree trunk means we touch branch up there and root down below, river same, river always music from back, back then to here today tonight right now, toe fish swim in little bit of water but little bit of water is an always was, from all way back to now. Can’t go ahead though. It stays in a now all this. All and everything where going back is always back but now, now, is tick-tock this... Do you understand, Blackbird?