The world is not a model

We cannot step beyond it

Destitution drops from all around

Takes some of us by the hand

There are clouds for seeking reason

Shapes for culling answers

There’s so much to gaze at

In this world

I stepped into the trees

To find the edges of our plane

I’m looking for a way, I said

A way out of this mess

And I found something in the prairie

But not so much as in the forest

There’s so much to gaze at

In this world

If you find a little corner

Keep it set aside

Maybe keep it in your heart awhile

Maybe tell me where it lies

There’s no seasons left that matter

There’s no days, only hours

And there’s so much to gaze at

In this world