I’ve built a ship out of modeling clay
To glide on the auroras
I seem a little bit closer in your telescope
When you point it everywhere
On the shores of the river
We’ve started burning
Our winter coats
With the tip of a finger
You’ve redrawn for me
The Big Dipper
Theres a second Flood
To eat away my hands
Into bottomless craters
I try to imagine
That bark canoes are back for real