know the wild that wants you

when you were boy you stuck

your thumb inside the light

inside the light

morning bottle warm

holy compass ready you would run into the wild

gathered in its arms

when you're in the city you're

a tangled native tongue

another tongue eating fear for free

know the wild that wants you

know you're not another pillow on

a gun drifting off to sleep

and come home

and come home

hear your own bones say heal yourself