his name is there , just there , just outta reach- ) but i reckernize the blindness in his eyes and i reckernize the face of the man next to him who i know is seeing for him somehow and they 're taking the weapons away from an army and they 're sealing 'em in a mine and they 'd rather just destroy the whole lot of 'em but the voices around 'em all want the weapons there , just in case , just in case things go wrong , but the seeing man is telling the blind man that maybe there 's hope anyway- or here , too , here i am , looking down from a hilltop as a huge ship , bigger than a whole town , flies overhead and comes in for a landing- and at the same time i 'm having a memory of being next to a creek bed and there 's a baby spackle playing and there are men coming outta the woods and they 're dragging the mother off and the baby is crying and the men come back and pick him up and load him on a cart with other babies and i know this is a memory that ai n't mine and that the baby is , the baby spackle is- and sometimes it 's just dark- -sometimes there 's nothing but voices i ca n't quite hear , voices just beyond reach and i 'm alone in the darkness and it feels like i 've been here for a long , long time and i- i ca n't remember my name sometimes- are you there ?