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.