First, Get into a Quiet State

​First, get into a quiet state,
Since, you know, you’re about to get sick
You’re about to fly into the hills
Of darkness and bear down to the slick

Cliffs. I know you’ve still got some
Reception, the blackness smudges ash,
What’s worse is the glassy rock that looks
Like nothing at all, the sudden gash,

Glassy rocks that rise from heaving
Volcanoes. Don’t idealize
This territory, the colorful men
Who live here, the colorful prize

Hot air balloons driven across
The sky. Remember that even Moses
Was raked across the coals, employ
A spirit that good will imposes,

Some people are drunken fools. They will
Just shut their mouths, they’ll mail back what
They stole, they’ll plant hibiscus, and
We’ll yearn for what we once forgot.