changes make life a story / old man mullin over memeries agin / could all sa easily bin different / even campletely different / so-called facts a his life / found as an embryo deep frozen in far northern ice / reared by an eskimo family / from there set out / soon he had a mind to / to towns an cities a tha south / lans a hagriculture / wher they calld themsels tha high culture / there he’d met his benefactor / taken in hand / made what he became / almost toothless ol painter / could all so easily bin different / story of his birth he himself was entirely skeptical of / related many times through seemingly endless night winter / family group arranged around father / shaman / drum soundin stacatty beside tha long dronin voice / all white / all white / voice agitted as a flame / all white save we humanical symbils / those that move and those who not moving are frozen or moving inside / through this white I moved according to our custom of eating / I was searching for food / entering an ice cave our destinies join / oh you my step-son / embedded in tha wall / a tiny ugly being / some poor frozen woman had born you there / I cut you out I carried you home / breathed life into spring-thaw lungs / ice cradle child / I gave you my wife as new mother / I know no more than I was given to know / look at your face in tha surfacy water / no face round an red like our own / there were dragon bones in that cave / the snows shifted many times / the cave truly lost / I call you my son / you were given to me / but your secret alone remains yours / and on dronin on into the black grease-smoke night