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