Polar Bear

Amphibious in rivulets I breathe through my skin Summering with salamanders They get a message in Under the stone we lift Excursion is dead That's my fault, my fault, ice on my palm Our version of "Polar Bear" til 6 in the morning All my choices, all my knowledge, all my self-important axioms Blooms on a blighted pine Jokes painted on a stop-sign Stop-sign, breathing you in Credit this new edifice that we carve ourselves in All my choices, all my knowledge, all my self-important axioms