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 Through forests and oceans of lives And through the way of the black rocks Splitting, wide And flow Ten thousand miles. Well, Ive had enough Wasting my body, my life Ill come away, come away from the shallows But can this sullen child As bound as the ox that I ride Climb to the heart of the white wind Singing, high And blow Through my frozen eyes?
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