Drifting like a bee
Reeling like a fish
Murmur of song
Until I’m lost in field
Powdered path
Wrapped in snow and star
Burns as bright as August
There yields of old horizon
My soul rests softly between stars
Time stitched together by sunset
Tune within me
Unfinished creature
Oars divide my soul
Comb divides the grass
Streams become rivers
I am protected
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