Traveling by camel
Looking for a coast of jade
I pass a man yelling of the end of times
He wears royal blue furs
Carries a burlap sack full of bibles
Handing them to those
More despondent than he
Dreaming of wild seasides
I try to escape the arctic vortex
For a place
Where the sun sets over staggering waterfalls
And the world is green all year
Quietly Making Noise 