All that I have is a river
The river is always my home
Lord, take me away for I just cannot stay
Or I’ll sink in my skin and my bones
The water sustains me without even trying
The water can’t drown me, I’m done
With my dying
The artist has run out of paint.
We four adventured together, down roads and through valleys and o’er cliffs.
And we braved the water and we set sail.
And we two were fair-haired, and they two were dark-haired.
And we all counted on two hands and ten toes; spilled salt shakers.
And at the end, we shared a womb.
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