November 22nd 2003, 4: 45 PM

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
 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 going to 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