I wish I could be held by the safe step of the mythical horse
And each beat embraced the crest of my skin's scorch
Wounded by the branches with distinct force
Bewilder me with meanings from the wildered thorns
Amidst the humid night its simple potence
Its antennas like skinny fists, the mist opens
As the air thinks, singing inkless poems
Sing to me the secrets of the wind's poets
I want to live inside the velvet of a moose's antlers
Where dreams are made right after crooning dampers
Hear the songs of flutes to which the moon dances
From the spruces and the pines that guide the wind
Bring my chest nearer
To where the ground is
And wrap my arms around the dust
Wrap my arms around the dust
Tightly
Wrap my arms around the dust
And when someone puts their arms around the burst of light to find me
Fill my eyes with stars and blind me
I can hear it through the antlers
While asleep inside their body