Take me to a place to meditate on my pain
A place of desolation, where I can be my own alienation
Be harsh and I won’t break
Be hot and I won’t feel burned

Walk on the moon at the bottom of a dried up sea
Hot snow in an illusion of winter

Will you put your ear to the ground with me and count every footstep?
Can you still your mind amidst the chatter of the tourists who live there?

Three notes will sound out of an ocarina at an infinite distance
Take pictures at angles you cannot see
Type into the glare of the sun
Auto-correct your words into whatever