Alaska

One, two, three Last month in Alaska The pattern of my life laid out And I asked what I'd been asking you Like trees repeat, like numerals do Like a ladder to the atmosphere The rungs each come again and again And I let it Land me down and tether me 'Til I get it When we landed in Orlando And the local time was 11:11 The pilot had his eyes closed Through that opalescent open road And then time spread and expanded The lines fanned out across the land And I let it Land me down and tether me 'Til I get it Can I leave the canopy Forever? And land me down eternally