Is this the edge of the world?
We chased the horizon down âtil it hung beneath our feet.
Now Iâm drifting blind. All I know is we canât move closer.
Iâve never seen the lights of the north,
The constellations are so unfamiliar.
We followed far, as far as this machinery takes us,
To some imaginary place where the compass shifts
And our lips drift to our cheeks.
Is this the edge of the world? All I know is we canât move closer.
Searching for some apparent place where floated needles decide the way.
Iâd dig in my heels but I might crack the ice.
Give me some solid ground.
The frost is sinking in, in my cheeks, in my chest, in my fingertips.
âDesperation,â we name every cape beyond the last.
Frozen senseless. Every day is a winter solstice.
The viewâs a wonder, but I canât take it in.
Sun, make canvas of coastlines, so I know where I stand.
We round each cape to find a bay to call our own.
We round each cape to find a coast to call our home.
Make canvas of coastlines.