Trying to see from in this room where it is blinding
Learning to breathe beneath the surface
Of all the wrecked up things I haul with me around
I heard singing at twilight
Trailed by belongings, I crawled forward
Into a clearing at dusk
And got a huge fire growing
It grew, night fell, and I kept throwing
Whatever I could pick up into the flames
Nothing but me and all this shredded wood I've been pulling
Into a heap of flames and smoke, this is my life
And by now I've lived long enough to know
That nothing's stronger than the blow
The whipping wind, the way it tears
The sparks are full in the sky yawning open
Breath only very rarely song
You were singing at twilight
With your fingers moving
And I heard the same song in a dream
And I sing it now to myself
I carry it into the night
I walk and there's a fire but it's at my back
Three days
Of heavy rain
And there's still coals