Weaving air
black by moon
silky smooth mind

following into the hand vessel
lips are smelling intoxicating
drink until your throat is no longer dry from your unheard cry
drink until the rivers run
drink until nothing is undone
drink until you float on the boat of rivers run
until the rocks make the sound on the rivers slippery slurping ground
that calls you, it’s been calling you
the pounding of the fall
breaking the bones that were are rightful mistakes
healing spin by the falls
reminding you of the boat that floats by the thirst of your own throat


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