Oh no! I am lacking
I want what I see.
You, fireball, have rolled away and shaded valleys.
So here I am the creekbed,
So here I feel my way in the dark
What wonder?
What treasure map?
What breaking of day?
What stream used to flow here, and now what dusty decay?

Let the flash flood begin.
Blow on me solar wind!
Wash me down the canyon.
Quicksand pull me in!

I know you're out there.
You're vultures in trees.
You're Lanterns on Lakes.
You're soccer balls on knees,
And through your skirt I see,
Your legs gracefully,
You're swaying and pleased
You're vultures and tress,
You're mountainous peaks

(I know you're me)
I know you're out there