to be a part of
a river,
tracing
we can't climb out
when the stones
are carrying us
i know we can angle it
the truth
to tell
the wishes
of a broken
arrow
that intervenes in my veins
be my radio,
my light at night
be my favorite tune growing
a sign
that the moment
is closing in.
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