Beating haplessly
In choppy waters...
Eyes below the level
Breath above the voices
They are calling...
And I'm sitting here, idle
Blanketed,
In the smoke
Of a wishful void....
They arrive
But the horses are blind
And it's cold
When you wade
Across the river
On a moonless night....
I'm counting the stars
But my fingers
Are coming to an end....
Take me away
Before the forests turn you
Into one of their own....
I'm waiting
But, for how long?
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