Out past beyond the field Inside the birches Under rising steam: A small room To prove I don't exist To show that I am beyond This animal form And this lost mind Or am I? The wood heats up and cracks And pulls apart The way the body groans I transform and the stars show I don't think the worlds still exists Only this room in the snow And the lights through the cold And only this breath I annihilate O, abandon breath All sensations (Hanging in the branches And with the glowing core exposed (exposed) Exposed Head first into the frozen lake Into the lake mid-winter Cutting through all waking thoughts In rain and in wind and rain and blanketing night Shown Standing under steam rising My life is a small fire I carry around Coming into a clearing Glowing coals on the wet ground