Chasing the river
The margins marching
The rapids firing
tree roots wander in the water
We are holding our own
as the reeds and swamp grass encroach
and fear doesn´t touch us
And we don´t seperate ourselves from the stream
The push of the water
battling over land, over rock
I´ve chased the river
been under into it´s depths
Moving across the land
wet serpent so damned
Transparent soul drowning any curse
follow it
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