| There’s light first in the east with autumn more south | 
| On and in your eyes, ears, nose, skin, and mouth | 
| Where we’re supposed to let everything out | 
| Ain’t nothing left to gripe about | 
| There’s grey sand on the banks of Gleneden Beach | 
| And green moss on the rocks under fir trees | 
| There are nice days in the winter where the shadows freeze | 
| The stubborn fog stuck in the valley with an afternoon sun tease | 
| Just enough to paint the light | 
| With each lumen more hue sent to the human eye | 
| The lens bend includes to a deeper inside | 
| Each color each hue while your bones dry white | 
| There’s still teeth in the open jaw of a fossilized beast | 
| And more pieces of bone in the hillside from the Pleistocene | 
| There are yet to be born new species among my own family | 
| And we are each and every creature in outer space on land and in the sea | 
| Bored enough to paint with the light | 
| Our flesh worn deep red with blue veins inside | 
| And the amber haze of a summer’s twilight | 
| The lens bending hues into human eyes | 
| There is light last in the west with summer more north | 
| Parts of Japan wash-up on shore | 
| There’s still light left in the lighthouse with that ghost of yours | 
| Looking out along the horizon, lost vessels found on the horizon | 
| Blood vessels drowned on the horizon—no turning back around | 
| Once past the event horizon line | 
| Bending the bow and shield of Orion my body drowns | 
| Swim into the next horizon line | 
| Staring out along the horizon | 
| Can’t hear a sound from within your dimension | 
| While I’m on the other side of the event horizon line | 
| Endlessly through time | 
| There is light over here then none over there | 
| Star ashes everywhere | 
| There are songs that disappear without ever finding an ear | 
| And there are strong storms that remove whole landforms crawling with millions | 
| of wheels while one engine steers | 
| And smears the painted light | 
| With each lumen new hue sent to the human eye | 
| Like the reds, greens, and blues in the northern sky | 
| Each color of you blues, while your bones dry white |