let the crow who finds me here
know I am his brother
let this mountaintop be my seat of power
that I might cast myself
to its horizons
let the stones that have been raised
not fall back unto the earth
let the wind that owns this world
not release from any stand
let the crow who finds me here
know I am his brother
let the monarch on the ground
and those filling the air
know I will not hurt them
let the wasp that pursues me
leave me for the sunlight
for I must raise my own stones
to cast a shadow in its eye
