There are five. This is three.

do not fear. this is your element.
call your friend with the bluest chariot
and tell him to take you where the orcas spawn
and fight, and do not die.

(I am learning
that in this world, you fight and do not die;
in this world, you joke but do not lie;
in this world, there is “play”.)

you will follow the path
and find the home of colour
that has been fought
and been shot, but has not died;
you will turn inland
and walk a dozen paces,
and find the BERRIES that your love can eat
to her delight;
and find the stump overcome with moss;
and there, you will find me.