I don't know
What I think about
In a glass chamber
Inside my house
On a misty morning
I'm digging a hole
Through the juniper grass
To the South poll
You're there beside me
In your red jacket
While we bury
Natgeographic
Never felt so free
Never quite like me
Like nothing at all
Was necessary
And as I walked down the path
A raven flew down from the trees
It flew right through the center
Of the canopy
I don't recognize myself anymore
My love, my soul
Wait for me, don't grow old