November 22nd 2003, 4: 45 PM - Mount Eerie

I walked down off the trail

Onto the wet leaves

And rotting wood

Under mossy branches

And stood listening

An airplane came from the west

The sound of a house’s door

Teenage girls from the north

Faintly in the almost black light

A tiny bird fell from nowhere

Onto the wet leaves

And sang at my feet

And the owls were loud

On all sides of me

They gave voice

To Mount Eerie

The dark unknown wild

Beautiful dark dark

Little bird in the leaves

Fluttered and flew off

When I moved my leg

It flew off chirping

Through the dark forest

Turned around, my brother had left

The airplane circled around to the east

The door closed

And the pregnant house

Just through the trees

With its fire and music

Was afloat on the wide black ocean

Made by the owls that coo in the night

And the mountain moved through the trees

With night vision

With long eyes

With a ghost

With a dark voice

«What do you want?»

«What do you want?»

I’m not telling

«What do you want?»

I can’t say it

«What do you want?»

Do not be afraid

The war of the worlds that’s gonna come

Do not be afraid

Your whole body

Do not be afraid

The dark night on the unlit trail

Do not be afraid

There’s nothing to do

You can’t get away