the way is to climbnthe way is to lie stillnand let the moon do its work on your bodynnand then to risenthrough forests and oceans of livesnand through the way of the black rocks, splitting, wide,nand flownten thousand miles.nnwell, i've had enough,nwasting my body, my lifeni'll come away, come away from the shallowsnnbut can this sullen child,nas bound as the ox that i ride,nclimb to the heart of the white wind, singing, high,nand blownthrough my frozen eyes?n