mystery and wonder did light up the valley

to be beat back by dark clouds, and a chemical rain

and that battle staggered, through three awful months there

to stop for a minute, just to start up again

striving along this spinning rock, tumbling past the sun

preaching in the parking lot with 13 busted microphones

I've Walked the Steppe. (1 step)

building towers on ruined land

bird made of wire perched on the shepherds shoulder

choir of the buried ton of gold or burnt ton sinking

three hundred and thirty three

mi cro phones in the trees
mi cro phones in the trees
mi cro phones in the trees
mi cro phones in the trees
mi cro phones in the trees
mi cro phones in the trees

beneath the sparking wings of satellites
when the world is sick, can't no one be well? but I dreamt we was all beautiful and stong.