That river pulled me from the blue-eyed eddies
Until I rested in a pool of injured muscles
Looking deep into the woods, hearing deep the voice of birds.
I rowed against the pressing babbles
Back upstream to the fork.
I treaded water in the sun, treading softly, feeling it burn.
Spinning slow I sought a Virgil.
Sacagawea set my mind at ease,
Finger pointing long and strong.
These caverns filled with medicines for life
Were silent as the grave.
I found the bed where my friend lay.
Angel voices sang in the quiet,
Kneeling beside us in joy.
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