The way is to climb
The way is to lie still
And let the moon do its work on your body
And then to rise
Forests and oceans of lives
And through the way of the black rocks, splitting, wide
And flow ten thousand miles
Well, I've had enough
Wasting my body, my life
I'll come away, come away from the shallows
Can this sullen child
As bound as the ox that I ride
Climb to the heart of the white wind, singing, high
And blow my frozen eyes?