I'll go north for a time

And pull up the snow like a blanket

I'll find the creatures sleeping beneath

They sleep

Beneath me, six feet

Beneath my feet

Roots grow from my soles

Whenever I stand still for too long

Burrowing animals nibble at them

And I feel it in my brain

It makes me itch

So I have to find them

To show everyone that the ghosts that haunt me are real

I can prove everything if I just look hard enough