bright abzu above me and running just as fast as the train when night a sanctuary of visions chases to my right in the shape of a paper dragon in indigo, and red, and mint green the breeze is in my bones inside my heart the train clicks on the tracks, and i sing what agrees with how fast a wordless chant bright freshwater ocean above parceled out this morning all white and on the television a lion curls around the little calf calm down i will not eat you today.