Paper boat crossing my canvassed mind
Saddle filled of spice and poison
Stranded in the seed of day
Returns to the edge of warmth
Heartbeat of the lake
Pumps the rhythm of good and bad
Running after the crest of the sky
I find myself lost
The eyes of death are watching me
I can feel his breath on my back
A burning thread downstream
The chaos bubbles
Crackling cedar
Battery of a blue-blooded will
Another spotted day approaches
Same as it ever was
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