Last month in Alaska The pattern of my life laid out And I asked what I've been asking you Like trees repeat, like numerals do Like a ladder to the atmosphere The crumbs each come again and again And I let it Plant me down and tether me 'till I get it When we landed in Orlando And the local time was 11:11 I lit at his eyes closed Through that opalescent open road And then time spread and expanded The lines fanned out across the land And I let it Plant me down and tether me 'till I get it Can I leave the canopy forever And plant me down and turn away