"Myths Come True" lyrics

Returning home, Odysseus rides the ferry at night. I finally return to the end of our long road. There's been weather again. And there's debris on the mud beneath tires, clawed down by a sky unloading, and I see a cutting reflection of something I don't recognize through the dark trunks. I go out into it to look. Technology, metal - an abandoned FedEx truck stuck in the mud where the stream overflows the ditch in storms like this. An empty omen left out in the rain. I walk back to the house with no headlamp. Just gravel and my animal brain. Here it is again:

Returning to the warm house from the wet night
I left one round light on in the top room
Insistent blunt symbols recur throughout my life
A glow mythology
A cyclops walks across the sky
One window glowing in the forest
Is there a song on the wind?

I must have made myself this beacon
I must have known it would be like this
Belief slips in to my thinking
And I know nothing at all
Myths come true