i was lost in the lakes
and the shapes
that your body makes
that your body makes, that your body makes
that your body makes
and the mountains said i could find your here
they whispered the snow and the leaves in my ear
i traced my finger along your trails
your body was the map
i was lost in it
floating over your rocky spine
the glaciers made you
and now you're mine
i was moving across your frozen veneer
the sky was dark
but you were clear
could you feel my footsteps
and would you shatter, would you shatter, would you
with your soft fingers between my claws
like purity
against resolve
i could tell then and there
they were formed from the clay
and came from the rocks for the earth to display
they told me to be careful
up there
where the wind blows a venomous rage through your hair
they told me to be careful up there
where the wind rages through your hair
-Great Lake Swimmers.
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