The Man Who Sleeps

Let’s cut our teeth on what lies beyond
Shaping this whole world cavernous
There is a river—
Endless,
Beneath—
Facing the four winds
Calling dreams we seek.
Can’t fool the man who sleeps on his feet
Testing his wax and feathers
Steel in his veins and blood in his cheek
Pressing the storm to weather
Dreams we seek
Dreams we keep.
Give us this day
Blazing at dawn
Dressed in its flames and tallow
Here on this river—
Endless and deep—
Drawn by the winds
We follow
Dreams we keep
Dreams we seek.