Paper Boat – September 2022

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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