You, with the moon, in the mirror Stiff at the sharpening stone Keeping in the deepening dreamer Asleep in the shallow
Her, with the war, in the corner Ripping the pillows up slow Sending the feathers away with The shimmerring snow
And I, in the wake of an angelfish Float on my own I, in the shape of avalanche, Quake in the cold I, in the shadow of everyone Carry on slow I, at the end of a line Toe it alone
He, with the hands of an answer Stands at the edge of awake
